Bed In A Box...

I know you have all heard of Bed in a Bag, but this is Bed in a Box!

An earlier post, Shopping For A New Mattress was about the chaos that comes with a new mattress.  Time has passed and the need has grown so I shopped, conferring with Hubby along the way.  Somewhere, sometime, he got the idea of memory foam making the best bed. 

I can pretty much sleep on a rock, when I finally can sleep at all, so I listened to the master.

I shopped!  I compared.  I watched videos.  I finally ordered just what Hubby wanted.

I had watched a video about how it was shipped and what to do when it arrived but, let me tell you something, it was not nearly as easy as it looked!!

UPS was kind enough to deliver to my place of work, since he knows I am always working.  I helped him place the over a hundred pounds box in the back seat of my car.  Guys, we are talking a KING mattress in a box small enough to fit in the back of my car!  I asked Mr. UPS, if I don't like it, will you pack it back in the box for me?  He just laughed...later, I almost cried.

Andrew and Hubby unloaded it and carried it to the bedroom.  Now, to help it escape the box...it took three of us to give it freedom.  We removed it from the box and then from a bag and another bag and another bag and finally reached said mattress which remained in a semi-tight shape of the box.

We threw it on top of the old mattress and left it to reshape as the video had promised it would do.

It happened, surprisingly, just like they said.  I returned to a huge flat, pillow topped piece of deep memory foam. 

Now for the fun part, pulling it off the bed, to remove the old mattress, drag the old mattress out of the way and replace with the new.  Remake the bed and hope it was every thing Hubby thought it would be because there is no way in heck I could ever get it back in the box.

I am glad no one was filming that!  I almost fell, I became trapped between the old king and the dresser and just stood there for a few minutes, knowing I could not yell for help because the volume of every thing where the guys were didn't allow them to hear a tornado if it was coming.

I struggled, I conquered, I triumphed!

Hubby shows up as I am placing the new mattress on the bed and says, why didn't you holler?  I would  have helped.  Well, I had not called because common sense would tell anyone, if you have a new mattress, it has to get on the bed and the old one has to leave.  I should not have to ask!  So stubborn won out and I did it myself.

Hubby has reported this morning, he slept well but will have to get used to the newness of it.  I will have to report after my back and shoulders stop hurting from the move...because I didn't sleep worth a darn last night!

Shopping For A New Mattress...

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!