The above quote by Henry David Thoreau has absolutely nothing to do with this post. Except that it reminds me of sleeping. Which reminds me of matresses. Which reminds me of mattress shopping.
Which is exactly what Joe and I will be doing today.
Our furniture is arriving at the end of the month and we need to have a mattress ready and waiting.
Over the past few weeks we have been looking, but it's not easy with the staggering amount of styles available: Firm. Extra firm. Plush firm. Pillow top. Foam. Then, to add to the confusion, almost every mattress brand begins with the letter S: Sealy, Simmons, Serta, Stearns & Foster, Sleep Number (repeat them over and over and you'll feel like taking a nap).
The only person who actually likes mattresses shopping is Timothy. The minute we enter a store he takes off. Bounce, bounce, bounce ... from one bed to the next. His feet never touched the floor the entire time we're in there.
Enough of this madness. Today we're getting a mattress. Today.
And with Tigger in school, there will be no distractions.