A few weeks ago we got an IKEA circular and noticed that one of their mattress sets was going to be on sale. A queen-size mattress, box spring, and memory-foam pillow-top all for $399. I sent John over the night before the one-day sale to check it out, since he's pickier than I am when it comes to beds. He called and said the mattress was really firm but the pillow-top was soft an squishy. Perfect combination for me, since I need something firm for my back, but something squishy for my joints, specifically my hips and shoulders since I am a side-sleeper. He asked around to determine a good time to arrive the next day (9:30) and how many sets they had available (175), then came home.
Saturday he woke bright and early and made his way back to IKEA. He called me from the parking lot and said "There is a HUGE line, it looks like there's at least 100 people here. I don't know if this is going to work". But he got in line anyway. Good thing, because a few minutes later, an employee came out and said "If you're here JUST for a mattress, come get a wristband, and go straight to checkout". Only 5 other people got out of line to get a wristband. Apparently everyone else was there for the $20 duvet sets. I was hoping John could snag one of those as well, but no luck. He made is home after about an hour and said that the mattress would be delivered that day between 4 and 8 pm.
We hastily took apart our little double bed and made sure everything was mattress-moving ready. 4 oclock came and went. Then 5. Then 6. Then 7. Then 8. At 8:10 the delivery dude called and said they would be an hour late. John decided to go out and get some dinner from Qdoba. Since we couldn't put the girls to bed until the mattress was delivered, he took Libby with him.
A little after 8:30 he called and asked me what kind of ice cream I wanted from Baskin Robbins. I told him I felt like he should get home right away. Right after we hung up, my internet went out. Which meant my phone was out as well (darn stupid Comcast internet phone!). Which meant that the delivery guys couldn't call me when they arrived, which meant I couldn't buzz them into the building, which meant they would leave and we wouldn't get our bed. John got home at 8:50, and tried calling the delivery help line. No answer. So he ran downstairs and there they were. Thank goodness. They brought it all up, John and I got it all put together, and I laid down on my big, beautiful bed.
Libby now has our double bed, and she loves it. She outgrew her toddler bed months ago and has been sleeping on an air mattress since. We didn't really want to spend $400 on a new bed for us, but it was either buy a new bed for us or one for Libby, and we really, really, really needed a bigger bed for ourselves. So it all worked out nicely in the end. And now Libby can jump on her bed all she wants, without me worrying it will pop :)
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YAAAY - beds are VERY important ... sleep well:)
Nice! We're needing a new bed too, but so is Chloe. And since our new place is smaller than our last one, we need some kind of accommodations for guests. I would love to get us a nice bed, get rid of the one we're using now, and put each of the kids in a trundle bed so we have three extra sleeping places. (Camille's in a trundle now, but Caleb's currently sleeping on the extra bed to the set.) Rob, however, does not want to buy a whole bunch of new beds and thinks we should just get a new bed for us and let Caleb have this one, even though his room really isn't big enough for it. You wouldn't think this would be so complicated!
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