The Daily Writes

“It will change your marriage”

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“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.

Don’t you have a big closet honey?

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My mother is hilarious. She is a sweet, loving, deeply religious woman who has a spicy side. The other day I was talking to her and she asked me, “Don’t you have a big closet honey?” I said, “Well, it is a good size, why Mom?”. She went on to say that perhaps my husband and I could sneak into the closet for a little “fun” during the work day.

There’s a reason my Mom was pregnant seven times in nine years. And even though she lived through a tough, 36 year marriage, she firmly believes that a little nookie is the key to keeping things content and flowing smoothly in a marriage. “Love is a decision,” she tells me regularly. I’ve been married now for five years and she shows an increasing level of concern for how well I take care of my husband. She regularly reminds me that my son will grow up and my husband will still be there.

Just after midnight on Saturday morning my Mom had a health scare and landed in the ER. I received a text from my aunt and immediately called her. Luckily the ER nurse was able to let me speak to her. She sounded okay, she reassured me as she usually does when she is ill, and she closed with a line that confirmed that her snappy spirit is still in tact. She said, “I’m okay honey. Now, where is John? Why don’t you go wake him up and play.”