Thursday, December 22, 2005

12/22

I'm a work today and slightly bitter about the whole thing. I perhaps wouldn't feel quite as upset about working when my entire family has the day off except for that I slept on the world's most uncomfortable hide-a-bed last night (yes, Jen, you were right and now I'm really glad that I didn't volunteer to sleep on it 5 weeks after birth).

Now, I'm pretty laid back when it comes to beds. If I'm tired enough, you can show me a concrete subway bench and I'll think that it has potential as a resting location, at least until your arm goes numb from wedging it between your body and the concrete. I've slept on everything from bus and airplane seats, the dentist chair, my desk, and the ol' faithful ground. In my ger in Mongolia I had an exactly 5'5 bed. I'm approximately 5'4 3/4 inches. The top of my head and the tips of my toes always touched the headboard and footboard. Since it was built by the local carpenter for the "American" who was coming to town, I spent many nights in my ger wondering what they would have done if I taller "American" had come to live with them. Perhaps they would have just slept with their knees bent for two years. The guy I was dating at the time was 6'2 and I can imagine that he didn't sleep much when he visited me. Anyways, the bed that they provided for me wasn't made out a spring mattress, like we imagine when we say the word "bed", it was layers of blankets stacked on top of each other. If you want to try a fun experiment, but about three or four blankets on a wooden plank and sleep on it. You'll notice that about two or three in the morning, your hips will go numb if you sleep on your side or your the back of your head will start to ache if you sleep on your back. You don't want to know about sleeping on your stomach.

With all of that said, the bed that is in Zac's nursery managed to be both hard and lumpy. Just hard - I can deal with. Lumpy- maybe you could find a comfortable spot somewhere between the lumps if you burrow deeply enough. Hard and lumpy - you're screwed. Add in a six-month old and you're talking about one cranky woman the next day.

I can't wait for Christmas.

1 comment:

Christini said...

Hey B - Don't feel bad. I'm at work today too. People gotta have their bombs.
On another note, I'll be happy to give you the gift of a nap by watching Z for a while when you two head back east. I can't help but feel that it's a selfish gift on my part - I'm so excited to meet your little man!