our first home was a teeny little guy. it was the perfect bite sized home for our little bite size family. it had three bedrooms; a master bedroom (there was nothing master about it), addison’s bedroom – slightly larger than a walk in closet, and our office/catch all room which was where we pretty much stored all my clothes and the majority of the crap we didn’t know what to do with (just being real).
we only had one bed and when we had company stay over…well that never actually happened. maybe a girlfriend of mine would spend the night if she had one too many or my sister would sleep over when andrew was out of town to help with addison when she was a baby baby but that was the extent of our people staying the night.
then we moved five states away. and hey, we needed a guest bedroom! okay, cool let’s do it right? even better, let’s get two guest bedrooms. plus an office. plus addison’s room. plus a master bedroom. as if three bedrooms weren’t difficult enough to decorate, we now have five. and with five (dear lord) bedrooms comes more furnishings. and with furnishings comes decisions. and money. and choices.
then not even one month into us living in our new abode, we had our first group of visitors. not one, not two, but three people staying eleven days with us. so we did what anyone would do…two people got our bed from our old bedroom, we speed ordered a mattress with good reviews for our second guest bedroom and we overnighted a lovely air mattress for ourselves until we found a bed that we really liked (because if you’re going to spend that kind of money and time on one piece of furniture, for the love of all that’s good and mighty do it right).
we have gone mattress shopping countless times. we sit on a few and either cringe at the price or lay there long enough to realize we both are uncomfortable. then we usually give up and go for a bite to eat because food makes bed shopping that much more bearable.
moral of the story is we are STILL sleeping on that bloody air mattress. the one we bought in december. it’s not that we’re lazy and don’t want to get a real mattress (trust me i’m DYING for a normal mattress) but it’s probably the most frustrating thing ever to shop for. worse than jeans. and jeans shopping sucks the life right out of me. our air mattress has served us well but her time is up soon. today marks the three month anniversary of her living in our master bedroom and i’m seriously going to give her the boot any day now.
dear mattress gods, please send us a good one this weekend.
recommendations are encouraged if you’re getting a good night of rest.
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