Don't Let the Bed Blogs Bite

I have known David for ten years and in those years I can count,on one hand, how many beds David has owned. I think two but one is probably more accurate. David is currently sleeping on the floor, on some sort of cushion, since he moved to Ohio. He has no bed which is just fine for him. That is not fine for me though. I cannot sleep on a cushion on the floor. I can smell the carpet when I sleep on the floor. Carpet smells gross. I need a bed.

I made it super easy for David to buy a bed. I went to several websites and priced beds and mattresses. I emailed him several choices. I was even super patient and waited a day to call him so we could discuss the options. I was very un-Samina like in the way I went about this. Meaning, I did not link him a bed and scream through the phone,"This bed, NOW. I WANT IT! What, its what time over there right now?! I DON'T CARE! ITS NOT THAT TIME HERE! BUY BED NOW! Assemble it and then BUY ME ICE CREAM! SHIP THAT ICE CREAM TO ME NEXT DAY AIR!"

No, I was patient. We decided on a bed and mattress from Ikea. No squabbling even though I was asking David to part with hundreds of dollars. I asked David to purchase this bed now, so in a month, when I get off that god-awful eight hour or whatever flight at midnight I can go home and sleep on a bed. That is when he very cautiously said, "I think we should wait to buy a bed. That way you can be here, at the apartment, to open the door for the delivery man." Time stopped. I closed my eyes and took a breath and repeated myself," No, I think you should buy the bed now. That way it can be assembled and ready when I get there. I really, really, need a bed. I have trouble sleeping as it is. Why make it worse? I know you have to work and don't want to waste a day waiting for the delivery dude. But that is why there are tracking numbers so you can plan ahead." Then he repeated himself and told me I was being a princess. He told me I should be a Spartan like him. I took another breath, put my head in my hands and felt the sting of tears, We were on video chat so he saw me and I think he knew I was about to cry. He said "Okay,Okay, Fine. I'll buy the bed now." I hadn't even planned on crying. I rarely cry to get my way. Those tears, were really tears of stress. The stress of asking David for something that I saw as essential and he saw as not. I was scared that this was just a precursor to more disagreements. If we couldn't decide when to get a bed how were we going to decide on bigger issues?

What is going to be our Peloponnesian War? When is David going to realize its not 650 BC and we are not in Sparta. The year is 2009 and people sleep in beds, Furthermore, I am not a princess. I live off Kraft Mac N' Cheese and Chef Boyardee. I think Denny's is just fine for a date. Hardly, the habits of a princess. If I am guilty of being a royal anything it will be a royal pain in the ass. But at least my ass is going to be sleeping in a bed.