I feel the need to start this off with a disclaimer: we are so blessed to be in this temporary house, and in general I am thankful and have no complaints. I realize that, without the generosity of our friends, we would be homeless, living on top of each other in a 500 square foot apartment or (the most frightening of all), living with my parents. Just kidding, Mom and Dad! We love you! We just don’t want to live with you.
Still, I have a bone to pick with our bed.
It didn’t start out that way. When we first took a look around to see what items we’d need to bring with us and what we could pack, Mike and I were giddy about the bed. A king-size Sleep Number beauty. Our daily lives would be pure chaos but our nights would be filled with sweet slumber!
This bed is deceiving, though. It tempts you with its square footage and adjustable comfort level. It fails to mention that it’s not meant for short people. We start off the night well enough, Mike relaxing while I read my book.
Soon, we’re sleepy and ready to cuddle our way to dreamland. Except there’s a problem. Mike likes his feet to touch the bottom of the bed. He shifts south, I stay north and suddenly we’re not on the same playing field. Mike’s happy with his field position, I find it somewhat distracting.
I’m all for snuggling (or whatever you want to call that), but at some point I have to do the “flip and roll.” I can only fall asleep on my stomach. And I have to have the covers pulled up to my ears. And the bottom of the comforter has to be tucked in securely. I’m not a pain in the ass to sleep with, not at all. In order to satisfy all these adorable quirks, I have to scoot myself down to the cliff of the bed, leaving a good foot at the top of the bed. Look! There’s room for you up there if you lie sideways! Want to join us?
Then you could witness, in person, that moment every night where I paw at the open air, trying to find something on the nightstand that is a mile north of my head.
I do love the width of the bed, though. I like sleeping with my husband and all, I just like a little distance when it’s time to get down to the business of actually sleeping. Take note, Select Comfort: the time has come for square beds!
Or we could just go back to our queen in a few weeks.
I’m going to say that Mike is the weird one. Feet touching the bottom of the bed? Never heard of that one. ha!
Haha! This made me laugh. Darius and I have a similar dilemma, only in reverse because I sleep with one arm up above my head, so I scootch down so I have room for my arm and he stays in the normal place. But since I’m 8 inches shorter than him in real life, it doesn’t seem super awkard. (and we dont share blankets anymore otherwise when he pulled them up I was suffocating!) 🙂
So you’re saying I don’t need a square bed, just a taller husband? 🙂
Yeah, I’ve never heard of the feet touching the bottom of the bed thing either. 🙂
This post is awesome. Or “whatever you call that.” 🙂