There's nothing like a vacation to remind you of how woefully inadequate your mattress is. I hate to sound like a hypochondriac, but yesterday we went to Home Depot for some switches and plates and I really felt like I needed to be leaning on a walker. I thought, "What's wrong with me? Do I have the flu?" I've never actually had the flu but achy joints come with it, right?
This morning when the cat was jumping on my head for her half-can of smelly slop I realized then and there that the problem is our relatively new mattress. My hip felt as if there were an anvil on top of it and my ankles felt like they were at the wrong end of a misbalanced teeter-totter (such is the case when you have child-bearin' hips).
The mattresses we slept on on Bald Head were super-firm. I'm not a fan of hard beds because I don't use a pillow, but I can see why people rave about them.
Our mattress set came out of my grandma's old house. She bought them for my room a couple of years after I left for college and really never had an occupant until my mom and the half-spawn moved down. You'd think that an eleven-year old kid wouldn't do that much damage to a new mattress...unless they're jumping on it and damaging the springs and slats....which he did and I realized after the fact.
Damn. It just seems like we're constantly throwing money into a pit with this house. We still haven't even furnished our living room - there's always something, but DAMN we need a better mattress.
Posted by Tiffany at September 18, 2005 12:16 PM | TrackBackPlease don't mention the "money pit". I swear I spend at least $200 per weekend on something or another we I need at home. I often wonder if it'll ever end. If the house continues to break my pocket, I don't know when I'll be able to start a family.
Posted by: MsThing at September 19, 2005 09:51 AM