Can we talk bedroom stuff?
Calm down, I mean what’s on the bed and not what happens in the bed. I am a pillow connoisseur. Hubby says he can’t find me for all the pillows I use. I use one under my head, one under my knees. One across my stomach and I love it when I can have one to my side so if I roll over I have a side pillow. I know. I know that’s a bit extreme. But hey, sleep is important.
I love my down pillows. I was so proud when I found some down pillows at a discount outlet and I only paid in the $20s. It was a waste of money when I realized these had the stems of the feathers and during the night you can get pricked by your pillow. Then a couple of years ago, I went out and bought two $100 down pillows. Then hearing all the talk about the memory-foam-stay-cool pillows I went out and brought one of those for another Benjamin bill. Last year when I felt like my down pillows were going a little limp, I went and bought another one for $130. (I always buy at Bed, Bath & Beyond and use their 20% off coupons, but my point is I think a great pillow is worth digging deep in my wallet.) But this year, I told hubby what I wanted for Christmas were some good pillows. He told me to go pick them out. I did. And WOW. I got sticker shock. For a king size down pillow—which is what I like—a good one starts at $189.00 and goes up to $269.00.
I stood there in a punch-drunk state, trying to justify spending $500 dollars for two pillows. I couldn’t do it. So . . . I got a saleswoman to show me some alternatives. They took me to the down-like pillows. None of them felt right, so I went with the newish shredded memory foam pillows with Viscose covers made from Bamboo. They were approximately $40 each. I like them—not as much as my down pillow—but I don’t dislike them enough to pay $130 more.
Now here’s my problem. These are my gift. But hubby thinks one is for him. You know I share, but I reserve the right to tease the heck out of him. Why? You see, in our early years, we had a pillow fight. Not hitting each other with a pillow but fighting about pillows. When we were planning to get married, hubby and I went shopping for our new place together. He took me to Wal-Mart and while running the aisles he picked up two (the cheapest they had) $3.99 pillows. That should have been a warning sign, but nope, I married him anyway. However, in that Wal-Mart I looked him right in the eye and said, “Uh, no!” His reply was, “Why not? I could use anything for a pillow. Heck, when camping, I use a wet life jacket, and I could use that at home.”
In a firm voice, I told him, he was free to use a wet life jacket, but I refused to use that or a potato-sack of chunky foam that they claim is a pillow. He bought the sack of foam, and I bought the nicer pillow, I think mine cost around $12 dollars. I seriously thought hubby was going to have a heart attack. Yeah, this does point to the fact that he has mellowed with age, and it’s also probably due to our better financial situation. But it’s not all age or finances. He just learned how wrong he was. You see, within seven months of bringing home that nicer pillow, I bought another one. One night, Hubby pulled one of my pillows over and used mine as we watched TV. When we turned out the light, I asked for my pillow back and handed him his. His reply was… “But can’t you use the cheaper one under your legs, and let me have this one?”
Yup, he was caving and discovering the benefits of good-pillow life. But years later, in the month of September, something happened that really had him eating his words. We went camping. When packing I grabbed two pillows and two blankets to take with me. Hubby shook his head. “No. You don’t take pillows or blankets camping. You use a life jacket and your sleeping bag is all you need for cover.” My reply. “Oh, yeah, I remember your wet life jacket point. But my point is that I agree to sleep on the ground, pee in a dirty camping bathroom that I might have to walk blocks to get to, but I’ll be damned if I go without a pillow and a blanket”
So my pillows and blankets were packed. My hubby and son, both playing the macho card, refused to bring pillows or blankets. That night while roughing it in a three-man tent, it got cold. Yeah. Really cold. Then it started raining. Hard. The ground was so cold I used my unzipped sleeping bag so I wouldn’t feel the chill from the ground. I was snuggled in, quite toasty with my blankets on top, one pillow under my legs and one under my head.
My son cratered first. “Uh, Mom. Can I have a pillow and blanket. This life jacket is wet and I’m cold.”
I muttered under my breath, but I’m a mom and relinquished my knee pillow. Hubby joined in with his pity request and tossed his wet life jacket to the side of the tent. “Yeah, and you love me so we can share a pillow and the blanket.”
He knew he was toast and had given me lifetime bitching rights. But I still felt sorry for him, so I shared. After that he gave up the notion that he didn’t need a nice pillow. In fact, he started fighting for the better of the down pillows, claiming I could use the now-slightly-limp, cheaper down pillow under my legs since I use the memory foam pillow under my head.
And since I brought home my Christmas pillows, he’s already taken ownership of one. When I jabbed him about it he said, “You should be proud for me. I’ve come to see your side of this issue.” I countered with, “You just need to invest in nicer life jackets.”
So, what kind of pillows do you like and why? How many pillows do you sleep with? Is a wet life jacket sufficient? How much do you spend on pillows? Am I the only one complaining about pillow inflation?
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