The Calm Before the Storm

A couple of days ago I purchased a fancy, luxurious, pillow-topped, ginormously thick queen mattress on Overstock.com.
I cannot really afford it, considering the fact that I am living quite literally paycheck to paycheck. But I have struggled so much with sleeping, especially this past year, and YES, part of the problem is the cats. They have decided that they must sleep with me, and take up at least half the bed, and they are fat and Mae's nose is wheezy and Monkey has cat-dreams and twitches, and I am lucky if I sleep more than three hours straight. If I kick them out, then I have to move their cat box to the living room, or lock them in the bathroom. Neither situation will work. Yes, when I move into something larger than 250 square feet I will shut them out, all you potential cat-hating lovers of mine. The thing is, it's not the bed the cats want, it's me. I had my friend from Arizona visiting last week (and, um, the cats were initially HER idea when we were roommates back in our palatial 500 square foot Hell's Kitchen abode, but, AHEM, she moved and married a dude with dogs. The cats stayed with me. I adore them and they drive me batshit. End of side-story) and the cats crammed onto the couch with me, and left my friend all comfy and cozy and ALONE on the bed. I would wake up on the couch in a Z, with Mae spooning and Monkey in my leg-crook. This is also how I awake every morn from my now-too-teeny full-sized bed. Thus, the new and expensive queen bed. Yes, it was on sale, and yes, I cannot stand mattress salespeople, they exhaust me into utter anger or submission, depending on my insomnia level. I love Overstock. Sale prices (I comparison shop things to death) and free delivery if you join their O club (worth it) and no claustrophobic New York stores with pushy staff and bad lighting.

The mattress should arrive within the next four weeks. Maybe I'll be able to sleep in a normal position. Maybe the bigger bed will be good karma for me. Maybe I won't hear the Flintstones who live above me completing their mission to clomp over every single inch of their goddamn apartment nonstop for 50 hours a week.