As briefly mentioned in my last blog, Vince and I have a Sleep Number Bed.
It was not purchased brand new at the Sleep Number Bed Store as we would have immediately developed insomnia upon learning the price of a brand new Sleep Number Bed.
And that would have completely defeated the purpose.
Instead, we bought it second-hand from someone’s hair stylist who seemed suspiciously happy to get rid of it for a few bucks. I could only wonder why.
Nevertheless, we agreed to purchase it and she and her husband brought it over and set it up. This was a good thing because they kept returning to their SUV to fetch more pieces/parts and I wasn’t sure if they were constructing a bed or perhaps building a rocket ship in our bedroom. I fretted about moving ever again as we’d have no clue how to set up the thing.
Up until this point, I was under the impression that beds consisted of two major parts – a mattress and a box spring. Okay, three if you include a frame. And let’s not complicate matters by discussing headboards and footboards and such. We’re talking basics here.
My heretofore habit was to go to Mattress Mart, test a few different mattresses to find the most comfortable one at a price I could afford and then purchase the set. A day or two later, a couple burly men would knock on my door carrying the new mattress and box spring, which they would set in the bed frame. And they would remove my old mattress and box spring and take them to the Old Mattress and Box Spring graveyard. All the while wearing those little paper booties so as not to sully my pristine carpet. No muss, no fuss.
So initially I was skeptical of this Sleep Number Bed.
But once we discovered what our actual Sleep Numbers were (mine is 45 and Vince’s is 40), we pretty much never wanted to get out of our comfy bed. Soon we began to scoff at plain old mattresses and box springs. There was no adjustment ability there. No real comfort.
Heck, it was getting to the point where I could barely convince Vince to go on vacation since no other bed was as comfortable as his own.
This honeymoon phase with our Sleep Number Bed lasted approximately three years. Until recently, anyway, when it decided to spring a leak.
I knew we had a problem when I woke up early in the morning and blearily glanced over at Vince. Only I had to look down because he was lying in a pit about six inches lower than I was. He could barely climb up out of the abyss to get out of bed. And he was not happy.
This was when I discovered that Sleep Number Beds are basically fancy air mattresses surrounded by and covered with heavy pieces of foam. There are hoses that attach to the mattress bladder that can be filled to capacity or the air can be released until the mattress is at the proper softness level. Vince was sleeping (and I use the term loosely as very little sleeping was actually occurring) on a completely flat air mattress.
So we (and by “we” I mean Vince) pulled the bed apart and tried reconnecting things to fix the problem. I heard a lot of grumbling. And the terms “bladders” and “connectors” and “O-rings” kept cropping up. I think he even briefly considered using duct tape.
Those pesky bladders and connectors and O-rings. Always causing problems.
Eventually, the bed was reassembled and pushed back against the wall. We crossed our fingers and went to bed.
Sometime during the middle of the night I woke up to use the bathroom and when I came out, Vince was sleeping on my side of the bed. How he managed to roll up out of the abyss and move to my side without making any noise and alerting me in the next room, I’ll never know. But he did. Sleep deprivation is not a pretty thing.
For either of us.
The next morning, we downed multiple cups of black coffee and furtively counted the bags under the other's eyes. We wondered if there is such a thing as an O-ring repair specialist. Otherwise, we knew we'd have to ditch the fancy Sleep Number Bed and go back to Mattress Mart and pick out a plain old mattress and box spring.
Because the big sinkhole in our mattress is not working. After all, neither of us has a Sleep Number of Zero. We may as well camp out on the floor.
But Vince is nothing if not persistent and he's going to give the do-it-yourself repair thing another try. Only this time he is planning to employ a little duct tape. I guess we'll test the theory that duct tape fixes everything.
And we'll be keeping our fingers crossed. Again.
But if that doesn't work and we have to make a trip to Mattress Mart, I hope the burly men in the paper booties will take our Sleep Number Bed and all those pieces/parts to the Old Mattress and Box Spring graveyard. They'll need the big truck.