I have wasted the golden time of Baby Napping Solace by putting my mind on pause, reading an online article that lead to a link that was interesting that led to a link and so on. The time with which I was going to write today has been sucked away by the Siren Song of mindless wandering around the web. So! I am going to have to just get to the point. The Teeny Tiny Tyrant Twosome will be up any minute and though they love to talk to each other when they wake up, (bouncing on their crib mattresses, one blowing raspberries and one chirping like a bird), usually affording me an extra 20 – 30 minutes to finish whatever it is I was doing while they were sleeping, today I will have to run like the wind to pick them up and out of their cribs, get clean diapers on them, and whoosh! them out the door to pick up my eldest from school on time. See, the Teeny Tiny Tyrant Twosome were put down for them nap on time, but they decided to chit-chat at the beginning of their nap which is deliciously adorable but also quite naughty as we have a sleep schedule! They go down at a time that is delicately and meticulously thought out, giving them enough time to zzzz and enough time to play before we go get Roan. But then they threw a curve ball to me and are sleeping later and clearly they didn’t read their Sleep Schedule memo that says “Follow the Sleep Schedule At All Costs!”
I’ll explain it to them later. Like in three years when they fully grasp the English language. Until then I’ll just kiss kiss kiss their ugly mugs.
Anyway. They will wake up and we will get there and all will be well. And if not, my army of Sister-Wives will catch my eldest in their motherly safety-net so actually, I’ll go ahead and just keep meandering around this post. No no no – back to my point.
I am a person who loves so much the feeling of my own body going to bed, that sometimes when my head sinks into the pillow, and the covers are gathered up around me all fluffy and big, I giggle. That’s right. I smile big and sometimes laugh like a little dumb girl knowing that I have the next few hours child-free, just me and my weirdo subconscious telling stories in dreams about penguins and popcorn and whatnot. I get really happy to go to bed.
So in the interest of basic self-care, I’m thinking I should have an amazingly comfortable bed. Here’s the thing. I don’t do very many things just for myself. That is not the time of life I’m in right now. This section of my life is dedicated to molding the boys who need me into boys who don’t need me quite so much. And I’m absolutely cool with that. In fact, I love it. I know I will get my life back in a few years and then yearn to be needed so desperately. So I’m cool. But. I still have to find small ways to take care of myself and this? This is a small way.
You know that feeling when you get into a bed that somebody has put together well? The covers are heavy and the sheets are clean. The pillows are firm and fluffy and big. It’s awesome. I want that. I want it every night. But I cannot afford to really go buy a new mattress and all the expensive accouterments that make for awesome beds. So I’m going to ask you, my readers, what works for you in bedding? Do you have a pillow you love? Who makes it? Is there a certain sheet set you think rocks? A mattress topper that makes your back feel like you’re twelve again and not hoisting two 20 pound babies around all day?
Help me out – ok? I’d also love to hear what hasn’t worked for you. Avoiding buyer’s regret is crucial in my sleepy-time-slumber-happiness-utopia. Now off I go. For I am needed desperately by a bird chirper and raspberry maker.