The Bed

So as I mentioned yesterday, sort of, MK and I are out shopping, aka I’m shopping and MK is reading reviews on his phone. With the best of intentions. We ended up at Ikea. Which I’m not putting in all caps because then I’d be screaming a store at you that I’m not all that into. But the internet said they had great mattresses. So there we were.

And there was a decent bed. But only if you spent another 300$ on the padded cover. So I guess really there was a good cover. But the reviewers on the internet said a different bed was better. A weird space ice cream kind. A memory molds to you kind. It was hard, at the store, to accurately try to assess just how comfortable the new space age bed was. But it wasn’t hard to see MK wanted it. When I kept saying, “Try this soft one” he kept bouncing on the space trampoline one. So of course we got what he wanted. And some pillows. The two of us added together almost equal 60 and this was our first co-purchase of furniture. Ever.

And wow this bed sucks. I mean, it says for side sleepers, but when I try to sleep on my side, as I am inclined, I get bad pins and needles in my hips. And a crick in my neck. So bad the first night I only got an hour or two of sheer exhastion sleep after MK got up. But I gave the space nougat bed another chance. Maybe I couldn’t sleep because I was so! excited! to have a new bed.

Nope. I’ve gotten a little more used to the space foam bed, or I’m just so tired I fall asleep. If I’m on my back. On a comforter. With an extra pillow. MK likes it, so we still have it. It did come with a 90 day return policy…so if I can come up with a coherent argument for the fact that even though the internet raves about this bed, I must care more about my sides, and the internet must enjoy feeling like sleeping in a wooden coffin. A space-age wooden coffin.