For the most part our trip to Austin has been great. The pups had a good time at dog park. We’ve got to visit Brett, met The Midlife Gals and gone to more food trailers than I can remember. (Brett wants to open a food trailer here.) We’re here doing market research too.
The only downside to this little junket has been our sleeping accommodations. Which have, to say the least, been lacking. What is it with us and beds when we travel? We got to Brett’s apt. Fri. to sleep night only to discover that Brett had no bed. He said he had a bed. In fact what it was was a box spring. By the time we got there and I made this discovery I was exhausted. I can do this. It’s just one night. Right?
Oh, it was just one night. One really looong night. The box spring was covered by nylon, so Doug and I just kept slipping about. Brett didn’t have any fitted sheets; and the flat sheet kept moving with us. Occasionally I’d stop slipping; but that was when the sweat from my hot flashes stuck me to the vinyl. I think in total I got about 2 hours of sack time- in little bits and pieces.
Doug of course can sleep soundly on any surface, under any circumstances. The bastard.
I started yesterday seriously pooped; Not to mention that I looked just fabulous- much more so than usual.
So as the afternoon yesterday wore on I wore down and notified Doug that if he wanted to spend another night in Austin, he could do what he wanted, but I’d be at a motel. ( Hissing ensued from Doug. Since the census ended no cash is coming in and we’ve been bleeding $$$ for 6 weeks now.) It was now 4pm and well past my nap time. I know I sounded like a whiney child. I didn’t care. I was exhausted.
Brett remembered that his friend had an Aerobed. “Would that do?” Doug asked me in a semi snotty tone. Lucky for him he didn’t add the word “Princess” or “bitch” off the end of that question. Arrangements were made for the Aerobed bed. We headed back for Brett’s place.
The Aerobed inflato bed arrives. Doug gets it blown up and I finally get a good look at my bed for the night. It’s not an Aerobed. It was an air mattress like you’d take camping. Is it better than just sleeping on a box springs? Probably. Is it like sleeping at a lowly Motel 6? Not so much. God I wanted to go to a Motel 6.
Man, I never, ever thought I’d be hearing myself say that.
After dinner I headed straight to bed. Doug had placed our “bed” atop the box springs. I got on. It was squisher than a water bed. I didn’t care. I can do this. It’s just one night. Turns out it was a loong night too. More on that in just a bit.
Around midnight I get up to get a drink. Getting out of that bed was like trying to extricate yourself from a giant marshmallow. I went to check on Doug. He was asleep. Soft porn was on TV. I woke him. “I was watching My Cousin Vinny.” he said. I think he was watching “I did my cousin Vinny.” I could care less.
Since I’ve been off Effexor now for three weeks my hot flashes have returned. I got acupunctured the other day in an effort to kill them again. (Looks like I’ll need another treatment.) I laid on my left side and put my body touching the wall, just hoping that the cool wall would suck up some of the heat radiating from me. Eventually I fell asleep.
Some time later, Doug got into bed with me. As soon as he did, he rolled right into me. Check out this I Love Lucy clip at about 1 minute in. If you grew up liking Lucy, you’ll remember this clip. That’s pretty much how it was for us last night.
The wall, me in the middle, then Doug, right up against me. I was a human panini.
Tomorrow night I’ll be back in my bed. I can’t wait.
I guess Aerobed must me one of the brand names like band -aid…used inter changeably now huh…you are a strong woman… hang in there…the things we put up with for our grumpy money conscious men…in the name of budget…love the picture of Giz!
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Hi Miss Kim. We took that photo of Giz at dog park Sat. morning. He got a little too full of himself and was trying to aggravate the ginormous dogs he was around. So I gave him a 5 min time out to chill in a tree. I thought it was a great photo too. It makes me so happy to see him bright eyed again. We’re still in Austin, but will be heading home by 5pm. I can’t wait to see the rest of our kids!
Good morning, Miss M. I hope you won’t be as exhausted today as yesterday, but I suspect you might be. I’m glad we “talked” and got it cleared up that the “Saggy Bed” quick moment in the video was at 1:11 (or so) minutes into the clip and not at the end.
I love dog parks – we don’t have them around here either, but I have great memories of taking Ali to one in Florida when she was young and hadn’t turned into Cujoette yet.
I must say, I didn’t like hearing that your hot flashes are back and full-fledged again without the Effexor. Hot flashes and possible mood swings – along with insomnia – are very bad things. Very bad. We hate them.
I think dog parks are the best. I’m planning to have my memorial service at one! Then everyone can dress casual. I was so happy when the acupuncture killed the flashes months back. I had no idea they might return if I went off the Effexor. I’d forgotten just how much I hated they and how invasive they are. I seem to cry, or tear up, more easily now. However, from a financial standpoint it’s great to be off that stuff.
Oh my god woman. Why would anyone say they have a bed when they don’t. And you are a tropper, that much I can say.
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Brett’s just like his dad and can literally sleep on anything. He actually thought it was a mattress. Covered with vinyl it was even hard for me to tell at first. I can’t wait to sleep in my bed tonight! It calls to me…
There is nothing better than sleeping in your own bed. And yes, hot flashes stink!
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Last night in bed was fabulous, even of the only thing I did do was sleep; and sleep I did, right through through the night!
Back (waaaay back) when I used to travel for business I never noticed anything particular about the hotel beds or any of the furniture. Probably because I spent most of the hours working or in a restaurant. Now that I’m older, crankier and only travel for “fun” I can hardly wait to get home to my own bed and my own chair.
Inflat-o-bed adventures, hot flashes, and aging vertebrae just don’t mix well.
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You speak the truth O Wise One.
MOVE IT OVER DOUG SOMETHING WORST THAN TOUCHING SOMEONE HAVING A FLASH AND YOU’RE STILL ALIVE…