Sadly, this is what I have succumbed to...

Our bed is really high. When I stand next to it, the top of it reaches my ribs. Up to this point I’d been doing this ridiculous sad leaping thing to get into bed. I’ve finally gotten to the point where fear of injury has forced me to swallow my self sufficient pride and I bought a step stool so I can haul my spherical self into bed after my million mid-night potty runs.

Sigh…