Our house at the beach was super old. Think early 1950s, which was fine, we just had to be extra careful with plumbing. Oh and Samantha had to get creative in order to take her daily baths. See, the tub drain was rusted into the open position and she could not make it go to the closed position. There was a little drama (you would think she was on vacation from life as a CEO of a major corporation, not an 11 year old girl on summer vacation) but the creative problem solver of the family…. me …. figured out a solution.
Now for the bed. Oh my God this bed was AMAZING. I would fall into it and I swear there was some type of magnetic force that kept me in it. I have never slept in a memory foam bed, but after a week on this one, it is at the top of my Santa list this year.
One morning, we decided not to set an alarm (gasp!) and Samantha finally came into our room at 9:30am asking if we planned on getting up for the day. I had drool on my cheek, along with sleep lines. You know what those are, right? Those creases in your cheek that mean you were sleeping HARD.
Samantha is also on the memory foam mattress bandwagon. Maybe Santa will treat us all to new mattresses for Christmas. The kids have those toddler starter mattresses that were the cheapest we could get. We got them both when we did the home addition in 2008, so all the big bucks went to the contractor.
Now, I also know part of my good sleep at the beach was a direct result of my animal family not being with us. I love my animals dearly, but the cats routinely wake up around 3-4am wanting to play and eat breakfast. And if you do not address their needs quickly, they will “play” with your feet. Rahul has uttered many a curse words and threatened to take the cats far, far away many times. Still not sure why they only like to play with his feet. Then there is Smooch. That damn dog loves me so much and wants to be close to me even while sleeping. We did a trial a year or so ago of letting her sleep outside of the crate on her special chair, but if left alone she chews walls, etc. Check out my handy work from her last time alone outside of the crate.
The hole was next to the lamp, so I simply covered it with a family tree sticker…. looks good, huh? But Rahul’s take on it was that if Smooch continued to sleep unsupervised, our living room would turn into something out of Jack and the Beanstalk. So…. I spend a few hours every night on the couch next to my Smoochie to keep her happy. She comes up to my head, rests her head next to me and lets out a big sigh, then slides down into sleep position happy as she can be.
Anyway, I digress. I hope Santa thinks I have been good this year when Christmas is near. Fingers crossed.