Just right?

One was too soft and one was too hard….

Last December we decided that we had to have a new bed. Both of ours had become true tacos and to get a good night of sleep on either was futile and ridiculous.

We went to our local furniture twice, tried out a couple of beds and on the third visit made a decision and purchased the one we thought was just right. Delivery was in one week.

We prepared our welcome a couple of days ahead of time by clearing everything out of the room. We dusted the bureaus and straightened our things. We vacuumed and shampooed the carpets. We bought new sheets and washed them twice.

The bed arrived in an evening.

For two nights we slept peacefully…. On the third…. I rolled ever so slightly to the middle. The fourth he rolled slightly to me... could this be that noticeable before even having it for a week? On the fifth night we had to knowledge in horror:

This was a Taco Bed!

The store’s policy required that we keep the bed for thirty days before excercising a onetime swap to exchanging a bed you didn't like for a different one. Our arguement was that this wasn’t about liking the bed… it was that it was a taco bed.

Regardless of the lemon we were sold, we had to wait. Disheartened after our excitement and warm reception, we were sometimes sleeping in the second bedroom on our old taco bed.

Thirty days later, it turned out that the warranty covered the bed. The inspector came and confirmed the sinking and the manufacturer covered it in full. The local store treated it as if we had not received a bed and we were given the chance to start clean.

This time we tried on of those tempur-pedic beds… My man was excited. This was his dream bed. For years he had collected paperwork, advertisements and recited commercials. The idea of no pressure points and not tossing had haunted his imaginings.

Night one… first of all. These beds are stinky. Not a gagging type of stink but they have a strong odor of musty rubber. Which in all fairness, does fade quite a bit… or you lose your sense of smell. Which ever comes first. Either way, I stopped noticing it after a couple of weeks. On the day of delivery I was at work and at lunch I met my husband at our home to inspect the new bed. He reassured me that it was extra hard because it had been closeted in the truck and was cold.

The bed was cold?

He went on to say that as it warmed to the temperature of the house it would soften up. Honestly I was intrigued too. We both have lower back problems and a remedy would be brilliant.

Fast forward thirty days. We nap extremely well on The Brick but a good night of rest has yet to be found. We wake up aching with stiffness. The Brick is just so hard. If we kept the house at a warmer temperature it is possible we would find it softens up but we like sleeping under blankets -And who heats a house for a bed? Plus I sleep hot and this bed was cooking me as my body heat is trapped by the material it is made up of.

Sadly we went back to our resigned sales man and we decided to go with a firmer version of the first bed we ordered. My guy takes care of the exchange information on a night I am at school and delivery and pick up was to be this morning.

Only… the sales man had not entered the delivery... only the pick up!