I am laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Trying not to fall asleep.
I woke up Friday morning at 4 a.m. due to the usual bladder issues and couldn’t get back to sleep. It was frustrating, especially since Gibbs didn’t bother me for food until my alarm went off at 5:05. Now I am home, contemplating the SOCs prompt while I am prone.
As I stare at the off-white, interior upper limits, I am reminded of how I obtained the mattress, box spring, frame and headboard. It was my mother’s bed before she moved into assisted living, where she would not have room for a queen-size anything. I asked mom if I could have it as I was beginning a journey of divorce and needed a place for my weary bones. She whole-heartedly approved and the contraption went with me to an apartment almost eight years ago.
Then I found out the bed was a little too hard for me. I lay in the bed, wondering how I would make this better. I may have been looking at closet doors rather than the ceiling, but that doesn’t really matter. A thought occurred to me that there are manufacturers out there that make cushy, foamy, and feather-filled mattress toppers that are 3-4″ thick. Brilliant thought! I
ran drove to the local Macy’s, after shopping around, and picked up a new mattress topper that met my expectations. It worked like a charm and has done its duty for several years. It saved my precious back and hip bones from harm.
While I stare at the ceiling, trying not to fall asleep, I feel a little sad. A teeny bit sad.
Mom’s bed is being carried away on Tuesday.
Mama MJ bought herself a new bed.
No, it’s not a Tempurpedic or a Sleep Number bed. It’s not a hybrid either. Just a very nice bed with a bajillion coils, a little bit of foam here and there, and a pillow top. After playing the role of Goldilocks last Saturday (“This one’s too hard! This one’s too soft!”), I finally laid on this one…
Oh yeah, baby! This one’s just right! I could lay here all day!
The salesman might have been somewhat nervous that I wasn’t going to get up. I laid on my right side for a while, then laid on my left side for a longer while, then laid on my back and stared at the showroom ceiling. This bed was awesome and half-price to boot.
Sold hard. The deal was signed, sealed and promised for delivery.
On Tuesday afternoon it will be somewhat weird to watch mom’s mattress and box spring go out the door. I may be emotional and verklempt over the memories, but not over the hardness of mom’s mattress. The hardness has to go, has to let the door slap it in the butt.
Yup, as I lay here, staring at the ceiling, trying not to fall asleep…
I can’t help but be excited.
Tuesday afternoon kind of excited.
Gibbs and Ziva won’t be able to contain themselves, nor will I.
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