Bed

Despite the suggestive title, this post is decidedly unsexy.  Fact: for the past ten days, Z and I have been sleeping on the twin mattress from his bachelor days.  Sadly, the beautiful Sleep Number bed his parents ordered for us as a wedding present arrived while we were in the Bay Area celebrating Christmas and getting married.  After several attempts to deliver to an empty house, UPS sent the bed back to wherever it came from. Then we came home and discovered it would be a while before the bed returned (we had originally been expecting it on the 2nd or 3rd.)

Instead of a lovely queen-sized mattress, we learned to share a twin…well, sort-of.  Z has no memory of this, but there was at least one night where I can remember groggily pushing my poor, cuddly husband away in an attempt to make space for my limbs.  I warned Z before our marriage that I sometimes need to “starfish” – a move in which I try to take up as much space of the bed as possible.  (He snores sometimes; we all have our flaws.)

Truth: last night Z was up grading a massive stack of papers and didn’t come to bed until around 2:00am.   I might have had more space initially to fall asleep in, but even a twin mattress can be lonely and I was much happier when he finally snuggled down next to me.

Anyway, all of this leads to the fact that our bed [finally] arrived today!  And I set it up.  By myself.  Am I proud of this?  Of course!

Thought Process: Z does not like large boxes in the living room. When he finally gets home from soccer practice after working all day, boxes in the living room will make him feel especially claustrophobic and he will be too tired to want to move them, much less set up the bed.  I could probably do it…

So I started opening boxes and hauling parts into the bedroom.  Once all the boxes were opened, I pulled out the instruction manual.  Yes, I could definitely do this.  Simple instructions.  Mostly time consuming.  So I did it.

The only negative: I lost precious study time for my classes.  But, I think the good night’s sleep I have coming to me outweighs that minor con.

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