Last year, about the time I started this blog, Hubby and I bought a new bed. It was the third one we’d owned in 36 years of marriage. I’ve read that ideally you should get a new mattress every 10 years but our first one lasted us for about 25 years although that was definitely several years longer than it should have been.
It wasn’t a new bed when we bought it just before we were married. I got it from a relative; I can’t remember what we paid for it. It was a couple of years old when we got it. We had the normal arguments about who was hogging the bed covers in winter. In summer we sweltered under a ceiling fan which did little more than create a warm breeze. We shared the bed with an assortment of dogs and cats and over time it grew saggier and more uncomfortable despite me regularly turning and flipping it.
Eventually I found that I was waking up stiff and aching every morning. I bought a wool underlay and that helped for a while but when we moved to Tasmania the old bed went to the dump. We would start our new lives with a nice new bed.
The new bed had a wooden slat frame and a wonderful cushiony pillow top mattress. I thought that when we needed a new mattress again we could just replace it and keep the bed, saving us money. I reckoned without Hubby though.
For several years everything was fine, we shared the bed with Tessie our old dog until she could no longer jump onto it, we got two more cats that also slept with us. After Tessie was gone and we got Cindy I said “No more dogs on the bed.” Cindy is a much larger dog than our previous ones and as both Hubby and I were putting on weight I didn’t think there would be enough room for all of us. Cindy would still sneak up to the bedroom if Hubby went to bed early though and I would have to chase her out. I relented one cold winter after I’d stopped working; the house was so cold at night that I didn’t like to think of Cindy sleeping in the back porch so she joined us on the bed. That left a bit less room for my feet but she was good and didn’t fidget unlike Hubby who had gradually commandeered more and more of the available real estate. The fights over bed covers were still going on too.
There was another problem though. One night I was woken up by a thump, followed by swearing. The bed frame had broken on Hubby’s side. I was able to repair it, Hubby has bad knees and can’t kneel so I get those jobs. Some months later it happened again so I added an angle bracket and a block of wood to act as an extra leg. I’m not a DIY person really, neither of us is but I thought that would do the trick. It did for some time but the force of Hubby sitting down on the bed eventually weakened it and when it broke for a third time we had had enough. By this time our mattress was 11 years old so it was time for a new bed.
We had a lot of discussions about what to buy. I looked on the internet to see what sort of beds and mattresses were suitable for heavy people. I now knew that anything that involved a base screwed to a bed head would not work for us. I also knew that we needed a bigger bed. One night after Hubby had gone to bed I measured the space left for me. It was about a foot and I had to share that with Cindy! I was horrified to find out how much a good bed and mattress cost but obviously a cheap one would not do it. It’s worth investing money in a decent bed considering how much of our time we spend in it.
Eventually we settled on a king sized ensemble which the helpful manager of Forty Winks in Hobart helped us choose. We even lay on our chosen mattress in the store for fifteen minutes or so to see how it felt and Hubby was in heaven. He likes a firm mattress, I like a slightly softer one but the softer the bed the more it costs so it’s back to the wool underlay for me.
Now you would think our troubles would be over. We have a nice new bed that shouldn’t collapse in the night, plenty of room for both of us and Cindy when she chooses to join us. Then the other night Hubby asked me. “Do we have any more blankets?” “No.” I told him. We have a warm doona but no king sized blankets. “Why?” “Well, “he said. “You seem to be pulling all the covers to your side.”