I've come to the conclusion that a comfortable mattress might not be such a good thing. The story of our mattress is long and, as with most things in this house, a convoluted one.... and when you hear it you will think we are saints, I'm sure.
Four years ago Hubby and I took a wonderful trip down the river here in our valley. We spent a day packing and getting everything ready to go. Packing for a canoe trip is not easy as you have to make sure that things are packed as small as you can make it and you only take the things that are truly necessary. We had things all over the floor of our living room and it was quite a confused mess here for a while... but eventually we got everything packed and we were ready to go. Pops came to pick us up as the Daughters were staying with them while we were away, and his vehicle was easier to pack up for our trip. We made sure the cat was out (at that time we only had one), and that the dogs were with us. With the back of his van loaded down with tent, water, sleeping bags, food, dishes, paddles and life jackets and with canoe brightly sitting on top in all its yellowness... we headed off to our push-off place at the Landing.
It was a lovely day during an awesome summer of sun and heat.... we packed the canoe once it was in the water, and settled the two dogs in their places, and pushed off, stepping into the canoe as it drifted out into the current. We turned to wave goodbye to the Daughters and Pops and began what was to become one of the most idyllic times of our marriage. It was like a second honeymoon.
It was only after we had paddled about 15 minutes that I realized that I had left my drop spindle and fibre home on the couch and that I would be spending the next three days with nothing to do while Hubby was fishing in the evenings... argh! Hubby was gracious though and since we had to pass by the road that lead to our house he suggested that we could pull in off the river for a half hour while he climbed the hill and headed up the road to our house to retrieve the spindle and fibre for me. Of course I was going to take him up on that!
I sat there enjoying the sun and shortly Hubby returned.... spindle and fibre in hand. We pushed off again and the rest of the three day trip was truly wonderful.
What does this all have to do with our mattress you ask?.... Well, that fateful walk up the hill to the house was more fateful than you can imagine..... while Hubby and I were having our idyllic trip, the cat that we thought was out, had slipped between Hubby's feet when he opened the door and had hid away to an unknowing Hubby. A cat in a house with food and water and no way to get out for three days is not a good thing. As you all know cats like to dig a hole before defecating and we don't use litter.... (I'm allergic to it).... and so it was that after our three day idyll, we opened the door to our very hot house.... (we had plus thirty degrees the whole time we were away).... to smell.... OMG, What A Smell!!!! Plugging my nose I searched the house looking for the terrible mess..... and there it was... poop on our bed.... !
Suffice it to say... three day old poop on a mattress is not conducive to keeping said mattress.... the smell had penetrated.... there was no point in trying to clean it.... we would have had to rip the mattress open to do so. As a result, the mattress made a one way trip to the dump. Hubby and I slept on an air mattress for a couple of nights and then when my back was in terrible anguish I went to the tent trailer and pulled out the foam mattress there.
Surprise surprise the foam mattress from the trailer was more comfortable to sleep on than the one that we had just taken to the dump which was not a cheap mattress by any stretch of the imagination. Well, being summer, and with Hubby a teacher, and pay not being regular, we decided that we could manage on the foam mattress from the trailer until we could afford a new one.
That was four years ago.... and it was only this sumer past that we shelled out the money for a new mattress. When we finally went looking for a mattress we went looking for one of those memory foam ones.... it was not cheap.... but it was well worth the money. My back, which is really sensitive to what I am sleeping on, as is Hubby's (remember last winter?... see previous posts) is really happy with this mattress. Memory foam.... ra ra ra!
Getting up this morning was not easy.... the bed was warm.... the bed was comfortable... the bed was attached to me.... the bed was not letting me go..... Hubby had to give me the boot!
"Waaaah, it's not fair... it can't be morning already......!!!"
Sigh! and so my day begins while all the time, upstairs the mattress has my name on it.... I just want to sleep in occasionally.... well ok maybe every day.....
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