I’m working from home today.  Something I do once a week anyway, but today is special.  Why you ask?  Because today I’m expecting a delivery.  We’re getting a brand new . . . MATTRESS!

And I’m giddy about it.  Like a kid a Christmas.  Or a husband on Superbowl day.  Let me back this tale up a bit.

About four years ago we bought a new house.  A house with a REALLY big master bedroom.  Like, crazy big.  And in an effort to fill it up a bit, we figured we’d trade in our queen size bed for a king size one.  Which was probably a good idea anyway, because every now and then a child hops in with us through the night.  But with the new house expenses and all, we didn’t have much cash leftover for the new bed.  Fortunately for us, the friend of a friend had just purchased a king size mattress that had recently “fallen off the back of a truck”.  Not being one to care exactly where a good deal came from – I was all over it.

So a king size mattress we did get.  And it was good.  Very good.  For about 6 months.  But it turns out that you do in fact get what you pay for.  And I eventually had the sagging mattress to prove it.

Both Willie and I (okay, really more I) couldn’t stand it.  It was horrible.  It hurt my back AND my feelings.  So after much deliberating, we decided to chalk our “good” deal up to stupidity, and agreed to buy a new one.  Properly this time.

Now the good thing about having a husband that doesn’t really care about what he sleeps on is that;

A)  I got to pick out the mattress I wanted
B)  the picking and subsequent buying decision was completely up to me

Which made me anxious.  What if I picked another looser?  What if they delivered it and it wasn’t comfortable?  What if it’s too hard?  Too soft?  Even though the only person I was trying to please was myself.  Because as previously stated – Willie will pretty much sleep on anything.

So I went to a national, reputable mattress chain and agonizingly made my selection.  And it was a winner!  A firm yet comfortable pillow top model with a 10 year warranty.  And we slept good.  Really good.

For about 3 years.  Till I noticed it starting to sag.  In spite of all our OCD mattress rotating, this bitch was getting saggy!

So I called the national, reputable mattress chain, provided some details, and to my delight, this problem was covered by the 10 year warranty!  A no-charge mattress exchange was waiting for me!  You can’t imagine the depth of my happiness.  Although my current mattress model was no longer available, they had one that was virtually identical and wanted me come in to give it a try to ensure I would be happy with the substitution.

“Uh-Oh.  Did I really want the exact same type of mattress again?  Would I not be in the same predicament again in just a few short years?”  Worries.  Anxiety.  Concerns.

So I opted instead for a different mattress.  Quite different in fact.  Different manufacturer.  Different type of pillow top.  Different firmness.  Very different.  It even had a different price tag.  A much higher price tag – that the national, reputable mattress chain did not make me pay for.  Again – EXTREME happiness!  The kind that makes you do a little dance every time you think about it.

“Uh-Oh.  Is it really a good idea to change everything up?  Will I really be happy with this very different mattress?  What if I don’t like it?  Why were they willing to give me the better mattress for the same price?  Was there something wrong with it?  Will Willie let me pick out another one in a few months if there is?”  No.  This mattress will have to do for awhile.  A long while.  Whether I liked it or not.  Worries.  Anxiety.  Concerns.  Upset stomach.  Heart palpitations.  Gripping fear.

But it’s too late for that now.  The mattress has been decided on.  It has been ordered.  And it is being delivered later today.

Will I like it?  Will it be comfortable?  Will I be able to relax enough to sleep tonight?  Have I made a bad decision?  Will Willie use some kind of manly focus switching technique by insisting we “break it in” immediately?  Will I ever stop asking these ridiculous questions?

Stay tuned . . .