I fondly remember the early days of marriage. When we lived in a one bedroom shoebox most people referred to as an apartment. It was so small we could vacuum the entire place from one outlet. Our furniture consisted of a couch and love seat that someone gave us, our dining table was moving boxes covered with a table cloth and 2 bar stools and our bedroom furniture was Rich’s black lacquer groovin’ 70’s stuff from high school. Yea, I know what you’re thinking---it had to be love.
The worst of it was our bed. It was a double mattress Rich somehow gained from his college dorm apartment. After 2 nights with my 6’2” man, sinking in the middle of this horrid mattress we decided love just wasn’t enough….we needed Sealy!
Our first major purchase as a married couple was a wave-less water mattress. Hey, we were newly weds what did you expect we’d get…..hee!
Thankfully we’ve outlasted most of those early day furnishings…especially the lacquer dresser with brass trim and gargantuan round mirror. Everything except the water mattress. It has been with us the last 13 years; that is until last week.
Over the years our beloved mattress has had a few leaks. Early last week we had yet another. I asked Rich, so to be prepared, to show me how to patch it if it sprung a leak again but while he is away (since it will be for soooo long). He replied, “It will be fine.” You know what they say about famous last words…that night as I retired to bed we did not just have a leak but a flood. We spent the next hour draining the entire bed, had to sleep in separate rooms (hey, what’s one more night away…ugh) and in the morning purchased a brand new mattress.
The other day as I snuck away for a mini-nap (yea right) Tori promptly came to find me. As I lifted her up on the bed with me she uttered, “Mommy, you get a new trampoline?”
Um yea she was referring to the mattress…..
And now we know why the last one had so many leaks!
I do miss my old trampoline!