We put the platform and mattress together yesterday, only to find that the mattress is the wrong size: queen instead of king.
After two false starts, Ron found a customer service rep at Amazon who agreed to send us the correct size without the ridiculous requirement that we return the first one. Sure, we have a machine that can compress a 125 pound hybrid mattress and rebox it for shipment. Doesn’t everyone?
I did a transfer station run with trash and recyclables.
Then we loaded the old double mattress and both box springs and frames onto the truck and did a second run. The good news is that it was half the disposal cost of Bourne ISWM.
We did laundry, piles of it as well, including all the old and new bedding.
We unpackaged and unrolled the mattress. Only then did we discover that it’s the wrong size. We got the bed made after a fashion, folded and put away the laundry and found temporary spots for a mass of plastic coverings.
Ron took Teddy out for his last walk, I think around 9.
This morning I woke up at 4:30 with pins and needles followed by pain in my right hand. Slept for another hour, then got up to feed Teddy and take him for a walk around the block.
I was a madwoman yesterday. Exhausted, frustrated with Ron, furious at the mattress vendor for blowing us off when it was their bloody mistake, shipping us a mattress that was mislabeled and refusing to take responsibility.
As if all yesterday’s merriment wasn’t enough, I cleaned up the kitchen from Sunday’s holocaust, gave Teddy his heartworm med, did a shop on the way home from the first transfer station run, threw a pizza in the oven for supper and set up coffee for this morning. We had leftover stir fry and packaged salad for lunch.
This morning I made oatmeal and veg washed grapes in an effort to provide us with a bit of healthy nutrition.