I'm pretty sure a man invented the stackable sleeper.
A man that never made a bed in his life.
I Google Wiki investigated.
And what do you know?
I was right.
A British dude. A "wealthy lord."
For traveling purposes.
He made his servant sleep on the bottom.
And I can guarantee that sad little servant was forced to change the stinky sheets, too.
Sure, I have mad love for their space saving capabilities.
But I have zero love for the acrobatics required to change their dumb sheets.
And the full sweat Zumba-esque work-out I get from trying to fit that blasted pee cover over the top mattress.
And the knee injuries that occur when the ladder flips out from under said sheet changer.
I'm looking forward to moving next month for a plethora of reasons.
An extra bedroom. A spacious backyard. A ridiculous amount of storage. A bonus room. A remodeled kitchen.
But top of the list?
The bunks have been naughty.
And they're taking time outs.
In separate rooms.