A trip to the poor farm

Field trips are for the adventurous -- and sometimes the foolish.

I've been sleeping all my life, so you'd think I'd have it down by now.

I moved into my new apartment with a perfectly good bed, but I have already switched sleeping in the bedroom, now called the office, to the living room.

That meant moving my queen size bed in there and seeing a big huge bed the minute you walked in the door just wasn't right, so I bought a futon couch that turned out to have unnecessary ridges and a hardness factor of ten. I could have bought a bookcase and been almost as comfortable if I'd just laid it sideways on the floor. I got a foam topper, but it didn't help.

I decided I needed a daybed and everything I read said, get a six inch mattress to go with it. I got what I thought was a good one, but after two days I could feel the slats in the daybed.

I began to feel like this was the house that Jack bought. Who bought a bedboard to go with the mattress that sat on the slats that fit in the daybed that I bought. And for over a week I slept like a baby, but now my hip is killing me and I feel like I am sleeping on the board alone (without the mattress, although it is still there. I can see it!)

I ordered a cushy mattress pad, but it isn't even here yet and I can tell I need much more than that. So . . . for the price of two couches, one foam topper, one six inch mattress, one bedboard and one cushy mattress pad I could have purchased one whale of a bed!

The upside is that I know I love my daybed's looks. I know how much trouble I'm willing to go to to make it up every morning and get it ready at night and it will hold a very nice ten inch memory foam state of the art mattress.

Which should get here just before I leave for the poor farm.