We have one.Ã‚Â The most comfortable mattress on the planet.Ã‚Â And I’d know.Ã‚Â
On a given night I might be in three beds or a couch.
And I feel guilty.
Not so much because I have kids who call out in the night (responding by snuggling in with them renders meÃ‚Â a “lax mom” in some books) and require my presence in their nests.Ã‚Â But because in doing this I’ve realized that we shortchanged them in the mattress department.
When I finally plod back to our room and nestle into our bed, the mattress creates a firm cloud effect that sends me into immediate sleep.Ã‚Â It’s not a top of the line mattress.Ã‚Â It’s somewhere in the middle of the choices.Ã‚Â
The ones we bought our kids were slightly below the middle–still not bottom dwellers in the mattress world, but what a freaking difference!Ã‚Â I don’t even allow myself to wonder about the most expensive ones. I mayÃ‚Â never awake from my first sleep in one of those babies.
I suppose, the kids willÃ‚Â be better off in the long run.Ã‚Â The journey from their mattress to their college offering won’t be so far.Ã‚Â They’ll be tougher, able to sleep anywhere.Ã‚Â
Like I used to be.Ã‚Â The Blue Room at University of Pittsburgh.Ã‚Â The Red Room.Ã‚Â Two of my favorite places to “study” in college.Ã‚Â Why? Because both rooms boasted comfy couches and love seats in the aforementioned hues.Ã‚Â The study process could include a dynamite power nap in between cram sessions if one was so inclined.Ã‚Â Now that I think about it, there were more naps than studying for me.Ã‚Â Damn University and their comfy study spaces.Ã‚Â
Writing that, it just seems gross (see germ post).Ã‚Â Picturing all the bodiesÃ‚Â in the room, lulled into sleep, sprawled all over the furniture, wordsÃ‚Â from thick textbooks, streaming into their heads while catching zzz’s.Ã‚Â Oh, if only it had been that way–the osmosis part.Ã‚Â
It was perfect for someone like me.Ã‚Â A girl who clearly must have been comfy mattress deficeintÃ‚Â while growing up.Ã‚Â
I see the logic now.Ã‚Â None of that time-wasting stuff, rushing back to my room for a snooze.Ã‚Â Who says parents don’t know best?Ã‚Â
Ã‚Â Sorry for the poorly written post…