I’ve never shopped for a bed, and I’ve never really had a nice bed. Adam and I are sleeping apart right now, because his bed is too small. Growing up, I only had a twin mattress on my bedroom floor. And in college I had a lovely mattress made of plastic. I don’t know what it is about us college kids that make people think we have problems with bed-wetting, but obviously the beds were made to be potty proof.
So Saturday we walked into the Sit n’ Sleep, and there were mattresses and pillows everywhere. The child in me envisioned having a big sleepover in that store, and having lots of pillow fights. Doesn’t that sound like every teenage boy’s fantasy?
The lady we met told us that to find our comfort level we needed to try out three different types of beds. The first bed we tried was too firm, the second was too soft, and the middle one was just right. Wow! That was totally unintentional, but I just realize that sounded an awful lot like Goldilocks and the Three Bears. By the way, that story always made me wonder about Goldilocks’s parents, and why didn’t she have any manners?
After picking our comfort level, we were instructed to try every medium bed in the store. It felt odd lying in bed in front of so many people. We must have tried out 100 different beds before we chose. By the end on the day, Adam had patented a move where he would just tuck and roll from mattress to mattress, his feet never touching the ground. And I imagine this move was a lot like something
So after much bed hoping (ha!), we decided on an aireloom, pillow-top, motion stabilized, queen mattress. That bed is everything I imagine heaven to be. I want to live, sleep, and plot world domination in that bed. And now that we can finally sleep next to each other, we can now commence doing dirty things in bed. Things like hogging pillows, making funny faces, and eating Oreo cookies.