My Bed Is Tall. I Am Not.
So, my bed is a wee bit high for me – I have a pretty tall bed, combined with a really thick mattress and a thick box spring. So when I climb into bed, I’m really having to *climb* into my bed. Until now.
I’ve had this wooden block for years. My mom bought one for me and one for my sister ages ago and I’ve been carting it around since then – it’s one of the things that has survived the many purges that have occurred whenever I’ve moved apartments. But it’s never really served much of a function before ((though I do store stuff in it, it’s not stuff that I couldn’t have just kept in a dresser drawer)). Until now. A step stool to my bed!
Your bed is ridiculously tall. Like even for a normal-sized person, it’s stupidly high.
Surely you could just do a running jump?
My bed’s not quite that tall, but I consider the height good exercise for my fatso cat.
I wish I had a fatso cat.