Nearly 6 months ago, my husband and I were the recipients of an awesome trade with my sister-in-law’s father. We traded some moving services for fancy furniture – furniture we could never afford to purchase on our own. Included in this trade was a very, VERY nice king sized bedroom set.
My husband loves this set. It’s exactly what he would have picked out, including the ultra comfortable mattress. It should come as no surprise that his love affair with this bedroom set would cause him to do… interesting things.
I came home from work to find him covering the bed in plastic sheeting.
“Uh hon? Whatcha doin’?” I asked.
He glanced up, then glanced at the sheeting, debating whether or not to tell me the truth.
“Um. Protecting against bedbugs?” He said and mumbled, “And protecting against your water breaking and destroying the mattress.”
“What was that?” I asked.
“Babe. We can’t afford to replace this mattress if your water breaks and ruins it. You know what we can afford? A $19 protection sheet” he said sheepishly.
I can’t fault the guy for trying to protect something we couldn’t possibly hope to replace, but I’m not going to lie…
Nothing makes you feel like a three year old quite like the crinkle of plastic sheets.
Oh the things we do for fancy furniture.