The mattress was frozen.
I had no idea this was a thing. The guys set up our new Tempurpedic and assured me it was the model we ordered, medium and not granite slab firmness, and that it would take quite a few hours for it to thaw.
"Cooling gel my lower left cheek," I thought. That night I flopped around, swore, and cursed whatever the hell cooling gel was and why it was resisting the warmth of the bedroom fireplace. I wondered what "a few hours" meant in bed delivery world, because it was more like two days in ours. I also wondered why people would pay to sleep on a block of ice in an ice hotel.
A week after my sleep-deprived ice princess hissy fit the mattress has indeed thawed. It is actually quite comfortable, and I've put the threats of sending it back after the mandatory trial period on ice. By summer I'll most likely beattempting to rap Vanilla Ice style singing a different tune and praising the cooling gel instead of cursing it.
Surely there will be other things to curse, and I'll find them. Reminder, kids, if you're on my snow-covered lawn please take this opportunity to remove yourselves from it.
This is, by the way, the year I celebrate 10 years of "Living out of the Box!" I'm ridiculously grateful for all of the adventures that brought me to this really cool place in my life, including the frozen mattress.
So as another round of winter storms creep in, I will be looking toward springtime with some fresh new projects. Here's hoping my creativity will also soften, loosen up, and thaw a little more - like that darned mattress - before launching the next phase of my life outside the box.
First things first, as I'm planning a little vacation to somewhere warm just so I can chill. My only requirements: booze, quiet, sun, naps, books, a yoga mat, and a locker into which I will toss my phone for the duration.
Peace, love, and chill in all the right places.
I had no idea this was a thing. The guys set up our new Tempurpedic and assured me it was the model we ordered, medium and not granite slab firmness, and that it would take quite a few hours for it to thaw.
"Cooling gel my lower left cheek," I thought. That night I flopped around, swore, and cursed whatever the hell cooling gel was and why it was resisting the warmth of the bedroom fireplace. I wondered what "a few hours" meant in bed delivery world, because it was more like two days in ours. I also wondered why people would pay to sleep on a block of ice in an ice hotel.
A week after my sleep-deprived ice princess hissy fit the mattress has indeed thawed. It is actually quite comfortable, and I've put the threats of sending it back after the mandatory trial period on ice. By summer I'll most likely be
Surely there will be other things to curse, and I'll find them. Reminder, kids, if you're on my snow-covered lawn please take this opportunity to remove yourselves from it.
This is, by the way, the year I celebrate 10 years of "Living out of the Box!" I'm ridiculously grateful for all of the adventures that brought me to this really cool place in my life, including the frozen mattress.
So as another round of winter storms creep in, I will be looking toward springtime with some fresh new projects. Here's hoping my creativity will also soften, loosen up, and thaw a little more - like that darned mattress - before launching the next phase of my life outside the box.
First things first, as I'm planning a little vacation to somewhere warm just so I can chill. My only requirements: booze, quiet, sun, naps, books, a yoga mat, and a locker into which I will toss my phone for the duration.
Peace, love, and chill in all the right places.
Guessing my blog is about 10 years old also; I just don't take the time to write anymore... maybe soon.
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