“It will change your marriage, you will never be sorry,” said the woman standing with me at the register at Mancini’s Sleep World. Our helpful sales man chimed in, “It’s the best of both worlds, you can snuggle when you want to but have your own real estate when you don’t”.
My husband and I, married for five short years, have always had a queen mattress. We loved it, cozy and just what we needed, we swore passionately that we would never be that couple that upsized to a king. It was more than a mattress choice for us, it represented how we wanted to live; lean on possessions, keeping it simple.
Fast back to last weekend when we started discussing a new mattress. Suddenly a king was on the table. I was torn, if we were going to buy a new mattress that would perhaps be with us until we are old, maybe we did need a bigger size. And with a son, we have more family time with reading and playing, the extra space may come in handy.
As I lamented the fact that we were considering breaking our early romance agreement, I reached out to a friend who believed that a king size was the way to go. She assured me that I was looking at it all wrong. A king size mattress would open up new opportunities for cuddling, for family time, for romance. She agreed we would not be sorry.
The mattress was delivered today. It is epic, huge, it seems to me to take up the entire room. We laid down on it for just a few minutes and it feels comically large. I have buyers remorse. In my typical all or nothing style I peppered my husband with questions. “Do you think we made a mistake? Our old mattress was so intimate, that’s what we want our lives to be, intimate and now we have this monstrosity in our room.” I sighed loudly. He laughed. I guess in the end it is just a mattress.