Maybe I'm weird...

In fact, I know I am. But I had this thought today about how I don't like the idea of sleeping on Mattresses of Unknown Descent. This thought occurred to me today when Brad offered up the idea of buying a new mattress to solve the problem I have sleeping at night.

My immediate reaction was, "Psh. Yeah, right. We're not going to buy a new mattress." I didn't think that because I didn't believe that Brad wasn't serious. I just know that I'm weirdly frugal. For example, every time I think about ways we can cut back on our spending habits, my thoughts immediately turn to my smart phone, and I think, "Man, we could save so much money if I could just bring myself to go back to a regular phone without a data plan." By doing that, I am able to ignore the fact that we just booked a vacation to Cancun (yay!).

Anyway, back to the mattress. The reason I am weirdly frugal about the whole mattress thing, is because we don't really need it (unlike Cancun. We need Cancun). We have a mattress already, topped with 6 inches of memory foam that makes it irresistibly comfortable, initially. The problems begin when I lay in bed for, mmm, maybe and hour or so. You see, the mattress topper is magical, and able to trap every ounce of body heat emanating from my sleepy self, and then magnify it by 100, so that I am essentially being cooked alive every night. This causes me to wake up and throw off all of the covers. Then, within 10 seconds, I'm freezing. It's like our mattress topper is going through menopause or something. This leads to problems sleeping at night. We can't take the topper off, because our mattress is too hard for Brad to sleep comfortably, and giving the mattress hormones won't help either. Hence, the idea for a new mattress.

I thought about ways to get a different mattress, and it boils down to either getting one new from the store, completely unused, excepting the occasional empoyee, or getting one used. I sort of cringed at the thought of getting a used mattress, which is unusual because we are already sleeping on a "used" mattress. In fact, I would say probably 85% of my nights have been spent on "used" mattresses. So why this gut reaction? Part of it, I believe, was when I thought "used mattress" I thought: Craigslist. Where had the mattress been? Who had slept on the mattress? How many animals or children have urinated or slobbered on the mattress? Is there really anyway to get it clean? And I realized I don't like sleeping at hotels either.

Then it dawned on me that I have no problem sleeping at a friend or relative's house on their mattresses. And I'm currently not grossed out that we have a used mattress, because it came from Brad's family. So, the problem is if I don't know where or with whom the mattress has been, I want no part of it. I'd rather deal with mattress topper hot flashes. Or suck it up and buy a new one.

Is that weird?