Let me tell you something. After a week of this…
and this…
and this…
your body does not want to get out of bed in the morning. And while I do blame Maui a little, there’s another contributing factor. WE HAD A BED MAKEOVER! You see, recently we got massages and at the end of the session my masseuse said two highly embarrassing but unrelated things.
1) Were you a gymnast? Because you’re really…muscle-y.
Me: (Dying in shame) Um, no.
2) Oh, well. Your back and neck were really messed up. I almost never have people that bad off.
For my entire adult life–no wait, longer than that–for my entire life, I have hated my bed. I HAVE HATED MY BED. Sorry. I wasn’t sure if the desperation was really coming through. I never used to understand when people rhapsodized about staying in bed all day or spent a full five minutes bragging about how comfy their bed was. Beds? They’re merely a necessary evil.
And for as long as I can remember, I’ve been trying to fix the problem. I’ve owned every kind of wacky pillow ever, I’ve tried soft mattresses, firm mattresses, side sleeping, back sleeping, floor sleeping, no pillow sleeping. Nothing. ever. works.
Until now.
I’ve been holding off on saying anything for a few weeks, worried I was going to jinx it, but Nathan just confirmed that this isn’t in my head. I have officially and successfully given our bed the best makeover ever and now I have to DRAG myself out of it every morning.
I bought a three-inch, memory-foam, stay-cool mattress topper on Overstock.com. (Don’t you love them? I swear the company is proof God loves us and wants us to be happy.) Two years ago, my sister got one of those horrifically expensive Tempur-Pedic beds and every time I’m at her apartment she brags and brags and brags about how it’s changed her life. I’ve always been tempted to get one but I can’t bring myself to part with the cash, so this little mattress topper was my compromise with myself. I figured we could at least get a sense of what the Tempur-Pedic was like.
It arrived in three days flat and the shipping was only $2.95. How, I don’t know. It was heavier than a piano. The only thing I can figure is someone REALLY SEXY over at Overstock is sleeping with the CEO of UPS.
And now, I can’t wait to go to bed at night. This sucker minimizes movement from the person on the other side of the mattress, which is great for me because Nathan has been known to RUN in his sleep. It provides just the right balance of support and softness, and every morning I wake up feeling like a newborn baby. I don’t see how a real Tempur-Pedic could beat it.
The only problem with a bed makeover is that no one really gets to see the proof of all your hard work and research. Anyone want to come over and have a bed picnic with me? No, I didn’t think so. Sigh. Well, you’re just going to have to trust me on this one.
Ahhhh, I had one of those in NYC and LOVED it! Unfortunately, the Mr. made me ditch it when I moved in with him as he doesn’t like things too soft. But now we have the first nice mattress of our life (a Vera Wang…who knew she made mattresses, too?), our first big purchase as a couple, so it’s all good.
First of all, I didn’t know surfboards were so BIG! They’re ENORMOUS! Nathan’s is like the size of TWO Nathans, one standing on top of the other. How did you carry them?!
Also, I fully and firmly (ha! see what I did there?) believe that your mattress-topper could have changed your life: I will claim until my deathbed (ha! again!) that the obscene amount of money we spent on a new fancy mattress TWO years ago is the best obscene amount of money I’ve ever spent. I have to DRAG myself out of bed in the morning. And I still maintain that my bed is comfier than any hotel bed.