I prefer to stick to what I know: The ridiculous. I wish I could pretend this was a perverted post about bed, but NOPE. Not really. Ain't nobody got energy for that.
This weekend we decided to take down a side of the baby's (who is NOT a baby anymore) bed. So it's a toddler bed now and yes, it is crazy to make such a crazed wild creature free-range, but she gets out of her crib in seconds anyway. She crawls back in during the day, except when she's tired. Then she lays on her sister's bed, and you can guess how well that goes over.
It got me thinking about beds in general. Mostly because I'm cheap and their little toddler beds won't fit them much longer. We'll probably do those bunk beds w/desks underneath when they're ready for that. Then they can still
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This was before I knew about bed bugs, or gave a crap because: Broke.
I had that bed up until just 6 years ago when we moved into the current Comfytown. We decided to give my husband's old bed (from the Civil War era) to my teenager, to complete the Circle of Crappy Beds.
I don't give much advice, but mark my words on this one:
It's really important to make sure your teenager is as uncomfortable in your home as possible.
Why else would they motivated to leave?
I'm assuming everyone gets to an age, as they get more gray up top and longer in the boob, where you come to learn some truths about yourself:
You can longer buy shoes at Payless.
You can't get drunk on a Tuesday. As much.
You need a good bed.
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We decided to bite the bullet and buy ourselves a nice, big, comfy bed. We went with the largest possible land-surface model we saw at the stores around us: A California King. When you hear this, don't think of the deadly cannibalistic snakes, think of the largest possible bed mattress you can buy without special order. Both of my little girls can be in bed with us and we're all still comfortable.
No, they're never allowed in our bed, except for weekend mornings when we don't want to get up yet.
We're not small people, and my husband snores like a power tool lodged inside the body of a large woodland animal. We shopped around, tried out all kinds of models, almost falling asleep in a couple of stores. The reps didn't care, they said it happens.
One mistake we did make was buying a Pillow Top mattress. I don't recommend this.
It's tempting in the store, the models are amazingly comfy, but over time it's a bed of lumps. It's like a bed of balled-up socks on top of lumps.
The sales rep did warn us that after awhile they can become misshapen, but they made it sound like it was no big deal to call them and have them fluff it up, or whatever they do. We can't even remember the name of the place where we got it, much less pull the trigger on an actual phone call.
What happens is a bunch of material piles up around the bed, especially on the side, my side specifically. During my tossing and turning in an attempt to make my back comfortable, I feel like I'm up against a hill, or a mountain, or a long body pillow or dead body or something. At least I could put my arm around a body. Pillow I mean. But we spent all this money on it and now we're stuck with it for awhile.
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How long do you think is the lifetime of a bed/mattress?
They say you know when you wake up sore and/or feeling not rested. I've had a bad back for years and I have kids, so I don't remember a time when I ever woke up feeling rested.
Sleeping sites say 7 years, but then again they also say to get new shoes every 6 months and we also never do that. Wait, maybe that's why feet hurt all the time? Who knows, the world is a mystery isn't it?
Do you have a bed or mattress you really like? Why or why not?
My sister still has a real-life WATER BED. No, not her in painted 80's van, in her actual bedroom. They love it.
Funny water bed story from my youth.
One evening my brother and I were lying in our parents' waterbed for whatever reason. Let's not think about my childhood too much, I'm just recovering. Anyway, my mom came and laid down, and I was on the opposite end of the bed. As soon as she laid down, I went FLYING up in the air and hit the desk next to the bed.
I thought my brother would NEVER STOP LAUGHING. I had to laugh too, because it was pretty damn funny.
This was before AFVs so we never tried to re-create it and film it. Unforch.
Anytime I bring it up, he's guaranteed to crack up.