Any shopping trip stresses me out and this morning I had to go to Wal-Mart.
They had an iHomeon sale for $78.00 and I had to pick up a mattress protector thingy plus a couple of fitted queen size sheets (because I did not think of the added expense of all the bedding from the king sized bed would be too big for the queen!). Anyway…
All was well upon arrival at the mall, stores still closed except for Wal-Mart and no people in sight…yeah!
Wal-Mart was empty too. I headed straight to the electronics department, was greeted by a friendly gentleman who proceeded to annoy me by not knowing where to find the iHome I was looking for. I just wandered away from him after him taking me to 2 different spots where it wasn’t and found it myself. Then I had to show him where I had found it. Because it was where I thought it would be, using logic and my having worked in retail once upon a time…stuff he should have known as well.
THEN, he annoyed me further because he did not know how to work the cash registerand appeared to find it difficult to find SOMEONE in the vicinity that did! Finally, someone arrived, I paid, had to ask for one of those red stickers showing that it was paid for and headed off to the bedding department.
I quickly found the mattress protector and there was only one kind to choose from. Easy peasy!
Next. Fitted sheets. Not so easy. SO many choices, so many prices and qualities. Thread counts. Colours. For shits sake!!! Decisions, decisions.
Make a f@#*ing decision already!
Instead of just a fitted sheet I took a whole set, dark grey. Tripled checked that I had picked up the queen size. Headed for the check out.
While I was paying the cashier was talking to me. About what I really couldn’t say. She had a very thick accent and I was not really paying attention. My answer was “I didn’t understand what you said but if it will cost me any money the answer is no.”
Paid. Used my own bags. Put my stuff in my own bags myself. She didn’t look like it was a pleasure to serve me.
OK! I’m done. Just one more thing and then I can go home.
I’m going home. Right now.
The bottoms of my feet hurt.
Yes, I wore my new boots. How the hell was I supposed to know it would take me almost 2 freakin’ hours to run this quick little errand?!
Finally. Home. I cannot take off my boots fast enough. I’m sweating and tired and trying to take off my coat before my cross body bag.
Drop my bags on the living room floor.
Let Boo go outside.
I need a drink.
Shit. It’s only 10:45 AM.
Guess the drink will have to wait.
Now I’m thinking “How do I put some positivity to this?”
Only one way.
I’m positive I’m not going shopping again anytime soon:)
I finally decided to bite the bullet and get a new mattress. My king size bed was causing me great pain and too many sleepless nights to continue being “cheap”.
In my mind, I wasn’t really being cheap, just didn’t want to spend money here because it delays my departure from this crazy, ugly city to my beautiful island home:(
But, it had to be done.
So, off we went, to Sleep Country Canada, to pay too much money for a bed…not that they are more expensive than someplace else, just that I find it outrageous the price of comfortable mattress sets!
ANYWAY, I opted for a queen size instead of a king because it was less money. My husband was relieved because he said I was so far away in bed he had to take transit to get close to me:)
The new mattress set was delivered yesterday. Last night I slept from midnight to 5:30AM, which is a couple of hours more than usual. However, I was stiff and sore while being disappointed that I hadn’t slept a full 8 hours. Hah! Those nights are long gone, I’m afraid. It’s been years and years and years since I’ve had more than 6 hours sleep at a time.
But, we’ll see how this new bed works out. Only time will tell. At least the old man was feeling much better this morning. The old bed was making him sore too. It really wasn’t that old, I swear. The receipts says we bought it only 7 years ago.
Surely a mattress set should last longer than that, especially since it’s been at least 2 years since it started causing me a lot of pain! I mean really, the price is outrageous considering how often they have to be replaced. Surely some people have to take out a loan to buy a bed!
Here’s the new mattress.
Maybe it’ll improve the sex life too.
One can only dream.
Simmons Beautyrest World Class Connaisseur Beaconsfield
I first got addicted to video games back in the early 80's with the Sega game Q-Bert! OMG! I could not stop playing that game, often playing until the early morning hours:)
Before video games I used to spend tons and tons of quarters playing pinball, getting emotionally involved with those games and tilting the machine would have flashed "addicted game player" warning if I wasn't so busy playing:)!
I actually had to stop playing Q-Bert at 9PM so I could calm down enough to go to bed and sleep at a decent hour.
There has never been a game invented since then that I let affect me to this extent.