Back when I was still a single lady about town, my priorities were a bit off when it came to homemaking. Why bother with adult necessities like closet organization and a bed when you can purchase the cutest shoe-shaped items for your primarily pink bathroom?
The absence of an adult-sized bed never bothered me. I happily slept on a full-size mattress, haphazardly thrown on an old futon frame. However, after a romantic whirlwind dating experience with my guy, we soon found ourselves living together and sharing everything. Including my full-size mattress and frame. And oh what a joy that was.
This past weekend, after three years of sharing a bed that is sized for one grown adult, we upgraded to a queen-size bed. When I laid down on the new bed Saturday afternoon, I was suddenly riddled with a terrible case of narcolepsy. Simply put, I cannot keep my eyes open when I sink into the sultry softness of the new mattress. She’s quite the tease, accentuating her memory foam loveliness.
With a new-found love for mattresses, frames, and box springs, my memory has skipped merrily through the hallways of my brain, taking note of various moments and lessons I picked up along the way. In bed.
Lesson: Always listen to your Mom. She’s right more often than not.
An ugly, ragged pink scar stares angrily from my knee as a result of a bed jumping incident my mother warned me about. Thank you, broken mattress spring, for hiding below trash, magazines, and clutter until you had the opportunity to attack my fragile skin. A year or so after I ripped my knee open on the bed, I fractured my neck by completing an Olympic-esque back flip (er, slip) off the bed on to a vacuum.
Sorry for not listening, Mom. Thanks for paying thousands in medical bills.
Lesson: Be kind to your siblings and they can open up a whole new world to you.
As a child, it didn’t take long to realize the benefits of playing nice with my brother. When I presented self-control and stopped myself from smashing his head open with a baseball bat (sadly, a true story for another time), we would have beautiful afternoons that passed into evening with just a blink of the eye.
Once I learned to stay on his good side, I would gather a pillow or blanket, find the “sweet spot” on the bed, and get ready for a tale. He would rattle off stories of his own adventures or pick up where we left off in ‘The Princess Bride‘. With every word spoken, I’d travel from a small humdrum town to the magical setting of Buttercup and Westley’s quest.
That surely beat being chased around the house with a weapon of sorts, screaming bloody murder.
Lesson: No matter how much you love something/someone, you have to give it space.
While I consider my morkie to be the world’s cutest living thing, we all need to give space to who and what we love.
In other words, at first it may seem to be a great idea to snuggle with your new puppy overnight. However, waking up at 3:00am in a pee-filled bed with a proud puppy gloating over his gift to you is slightly less than glamorous.