Oct 19, 2009
The Great Bed Experiment. Where Great Equals Not-So-Great.
Bossy has taken to her bed.
It wasn’t just one thing, it was several things, and one very big thing, and another thing wrapped inside a smallish medium-sized largey thing.
Bossy has found it increasingly difficult to concentrate or make even the smallest decisions, what with all these things, and so Bossy reasoned if she could just spend some time thinking, she could think her way clear of things.
So in this very spot Bossy reposes, and will remain for a few days, sitting upright long enough to provide her council with updates. Bossy is looking at it as a retreat, hold the treat.
Here are a few of the things Bossy did in preparation for taking to her bed:
- Bossy put the bed linens in the washer.
- With the bed stripped, Bossy stood back and admired the sinkhole in the middle of her mattress.
Bossy knows it’s difficult for you to see the magnitude of the mattress sinkhole from the above photo, just like it was difficult for Bossy’s husband to see the magnitude of the sinkhole while standing there staring at it, but trust Bossy: you could park a mobile home in this rut.
- Bossy applied a red rinse to her daughter’s hair.
- Bossy climbed on her roof and cleaned the skylight that hangs over the bed, because it will provide her only view for the next several days.
- And finally, desiring an organized, clean slate perfectly fit for thinking, Bossy put away all of her errant items of clothing.
Stay tuned.
Why oh why, Bossy?
What are these smallish things inside of biggish things wrapped up worry? Why take the -treat- out of retreat? It would seem you could use a treat about now!
Hold the crackers!!!
When I found I could not concentrate on the smallest things or largest things or make a decision for my life – I found pharmaceuticals helpful for a while – till I got back on track.
I noticed your sinkhole right away. Time for a mattress flip??
KEEP BELIEVING
I think I understand where you’re coming from. The last time I thought about taking a nap, I ended up reupholstering a chair because I couldn’t stand looking at it any longer. It was not a very restful nap. Ha.
–>Poor Bossy….Is Bossy’s son room darker so maybe you can sleep in there?
Blah blah blah… GORGEOUS DRESSER W/COOL DRAWER PULLS.. blah.
(not that I don’t appreciate the rest of the post but all I can think of is the dresser now)
Personally, I’m jealous. My recent exposure to the most frightening subculture ever has me in dire need of some kind of retreat. Any kind of retreat. I’d settle for sitting on a bench in the subway, at this point.
I am sooooo going to bed for the day. The housework will still be there when I get up.
Plus, this chastity belt is killing me. (And Bossy thought her fluffy-lined coat was a fashion dilemma.)
Seriously, tho: When I saw the bed retreat was on your agenda, I assumed, like, swine flu, not brain flu. You OK?
Gorgeous room to retreat to!
When I feel overwhelmed by life, it’s time to increase my Beta blocker. Hope you’re thinking clearly again soon, dear Bossy.
Hope there’s no swine in the sinkhole with Bossy…
You must stop as I need to do the same and you have the idea chamber spinning.
Would it be alright if I came down to cuddle with Bossy? And by cuddle, I mean not actually cuddle, but fill the crater in the mattress. I promise to sleep quietly.
I only ask because nobody in my house allows me to sleep.
This is a highly frugal idea. You can’t spend money while lying in your bed. Unless you shop online for new cute shoes. However, cute shoes a the main cure for what ails us, so maybe you should spring for a pair…
Huh. And here I was, trying to live up to my name.
Is world peace going to come out of this? Heck, I’ll nominate you for next year’s Nobel prize.
Feel better!
I need to introduce you to my best friend Benny Drill…
The Council is troubled this morning. Personally, I think the change of seasons does make one want to temporarily take to a dark corner and hide!
P.S. Trazodone. Non-addictive. I take two every night.
Good Luck Bossy! I just completed a week long retreat in bed called F.L.U. and I feel so much better now.
Like Julie #17, I have just emerged from an enforced bed retreat called Let’s See If We Can Cough Up a Lung This Time. I hope Bossy’s retreat is more restful and less cough-full.
And I have a 13-year-old, so I totally get it.
I thought Bossy took to her new bed the moment she got it back from the store?
Oh, you mean “took” as in….never mind.
Hope you can restore peace of mind soon. Ooommmm.
I have never tried taking to my bed–though I have been tempted. I’ll be interested to see how this turns out. I hope none of the big, small and in-between things are insurmountable.
With all that work involved, it seems to me that it would have been much easier to take to the couch, instead!
I would take to my bed, but there’s always someone else in it. Like cats and dogs and my husband, who always beats me to it.
Hope all is well!
“Taking to Bed” …. sounds so, I don’t know ….. so proper, and formal and ladylike and 17th century. I like it. And it sounds better than “gonna go cry myself to sleep for an undetermined number of days, sip ginger ale from a bendy straw and reflect upon this life.”
ever since the miracle that is wireless happened in my house, it’s all i can do to drag myself and the laptop out of bed. it’s so much warmer there!
Oreos and xanax always cheer me up
Estee Lauder used to “Take to her bed” once a week, and I believe she still did business there. I mean, you know…the cosmetic business.
I am waiting for the post about how you got all of your family members (aside from the freshly dyed 13 year old) to get on board with this taking to bed business.
Nineteenth century ladies did this frequently. For DAYS at a time, apparently. Too bad it’s not raining today, though. Ha.
You may as well just invite the whole family in there too. Nothing says “deposit problems here” like a mom in bed.
Feel better, honey. Don’t forget to bring a pad of paper and a pen for when you get a good idea of solution to a proplem. Also, bring some gin and that might inspire some good ideas and solutions to problems.
I am a huge culprit when it comes to dreaming up accomplishmentz and pretending that by imagining doing them that they actually are done in real life.
Taking to bed is always a great option when puzzling out *things*. Also convenient for napping. Wishing you restful and insightful times during your retreat. Small hint: Take snacks.
Good luck, Bossy.
After coming to prominence during the Crimean War for her pioneering work in nursing, Florence Nightingale took to her bed in 1857 before she was 40 and rarely left it till her death at age 90.
I don’t think that I could show many people my bedroom…the sink hole in my bed or the wads of tissue tossed around it’s perimeter!
a) You sound very Winnie-the-Pooish in this post. That is a Thing Which I Like.
b) Don’t you just *love* having a daughter to share your life with? Best. Thing. Evah!
c) Happy thinking. Hope it all comes out well!
There was a time in my life when my health forced me to be in bed for almost 18 months. My daughter called it “quality time”. We watched TV, she did her homework and read to me. We giggled a lot.
Meg #16 up there shares my secret. Trazodone gets me 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep and no hangover. It used to be prescribed as an anti-depressant. It didn’t work so well for that, but patients said “But at least I’m sleeping REALLY well”
All the best Bossy!
Wishing you the retreat and clearer thinking you seem to be looking for. I’ve been there (longer than I care to admit) and just now climbing out to the point of being able to say ‘done’ that. It sucks hard.
But for the natural sleep aid, I SWEAR by Trader Joe’s Trader Darwin’s Chewable Perppermint Flavored Melatonin. Seriously, I am the person who worries if I don’t have enough to worry about and has SERIOUS sleeping issues, but TJ’s Melatonin? AWESOME! Mint-y, no side effects, and really does work. Like a few glasses of wine without the dizzy, or hangover. Snoooooze.
I hope all of Bossy’s things both biggish and smallish work themselves out.
PS- I did all the talking in Chicago, but I’m a good listener too.
Those foam bed pad things? About $30 at Target and such. Time to replace yours. I just replaced mine and it really made a difference.
That’s only 3-1/2 glasses of wine at the railroad bar. Totally worth it.