Sounds simple, right? Not with this hubby of mine! With the exception of our first mattress, mattress shopping and purchasing is a much dreaded event in this house.
We began marriage with my grandmother's iron bedstead and my life-at-home mattress. Our first major purchase after marriage was a mattress set. I was so proud! Buying a mattress is not like buying other furniture, no one can see it! Not so with mine. I was so proud of the purchase when company came, I would rip the sheets off just to show my new mattress!
This mattress served us well for years as mattresses usually do.
Time came to move up a size in mattresses. Not only were our children growing, so were we!
The shopping began and, boy, did we shop! We laid on every mattress for sale in three counties. Finally choosing, we were pleased with the size and the comfort.
I don't know if I have ever mentioned this but Hubby does not like change. He wants everything the same place, every day, forever. He has even threatened to nail his recliner to the floor so I can not rearrange the furniture. Yep, no changes are welcomed by him.
We chose a Queen size this time, oh, the glorious room but Hubby had a small problem...it was a change. He rolled, he tossed, he did not sleep for a week! Finally, he settled in and said we are never buying a new mattress again!
Too bad, Hubby, life changes and we have to change with it. A grandchild arrived and the laziness in me placed him in the center of the bed so I could hear him better. It became necessary, once again, to purchase an even larger mattress...a KING!
Oh, the trouble Hubby had with this new mattress! He, once again, tossed and turned and pulled and cursed the new mattress. He even pulled the fitted sheets off the bed in his sleep, Lord knows why, but he did. He always woke surprised and denied everything! Took him almost two weeks this time to adjust. He, again, said, Never ever get a new mattress, this is the last one!
In case you did not know, I am a spoiler of grandchildren. It comes easy to me since I did not spoil my own children (not much, anyway). Things my children were never allowed to do were not a problem for the grand sons.
I, as a child, was never allowed to jump on a bed, my children were not allowed to jump on a bed, so when the opportunity came to allow my grandchildren to jump on the bed, well, you know the answer to that one...and I joined them. What a joy! The forbidden jumping was quite a thrill with grand children.
You know where this is going...after thirteen years of jumping on the bed with three grandsons, the time has come for a new mattress once again.
King shall be the size...since we have not grown smaller. Poor Hubby! I hope this one lasts a hundred years, because he may not last through another change!