I feel like I need to start over here. Is that even possible?
Let’s just skip to the basics.
Currently – Living in New York City. It’s been almost a month and I’m feeling pretty good about that.
So the fun part about having your furniture moved across country is that if they don’t manage to bring it all to you, you don’t have to pay them till they bring the missing piece(s). Because we only had a studio apartment worth of furniture, our stuff got grouped up with other peoples stuff and then shipped in a bigger truck. And somehow, our mattress – the one piece other than the couch that we were really looking forward to – ended up in Vermont of all places. They said they should get it back to us by the following week, but it’s been two weeks since they dropped off our stuff and the only word we’ve gotten on it has been very sheepish.
The weak silver lining here is that we haven’t had to pay them yet?
And then the super un-fun part of moving across the country, having the movers lose your mattress leaving you to sleep on an air mattress for 3+ weeks, is that EVENTUALLY an air mattress puncture will happen.
Fact of Life: Three plus weeks is too long to test fate with an air mattress.
And of course the puncture is always in some totally illogical (on the top) and absolutely impossible to see spot (in a corner of one of the divots), so you have to deflate, soak, and re-inflate the mattress to find the mysterious wound. Or just buy a new one.
Unfortunately I’m both stubborn and cheap. So guess who spent a few hours crawling around her bedroom soaked and angry? (Your Mom.)
TWICE.
Because if one hole happens, why not another one two days later?
Making a bed out of a glorified life raft for a month really tests a marriage, doesn’t it?
I should pester the movers again.
But at least there’s Fall here, right?
Sugar, spell it out. 