Somehow along the way, my water bed got the nickname as my “womb with a view”. Not sure who came up with that but it just felt right. Much like my water bed. It was soft, warm & I just seemed to float. I always said it was queen sized for the queen… well to be honest I only said that when I wasn’t in a relationship living with a guy. It was lonely at times, but it just felt comforting even solo. My safe place. It got me through some difficult nights & even now I’m not so sure I want a “real” bed. Bonus who ever heard of dust mites or bed bugs in a waterbed? nope not mine!
But alas, all good things must come to an end & last night was the last night in the womb.
Thanks to a stupid slow leak & my active dream life (I will put it positively … but yeah night time can be less than fun sometimes & the stress of late hasn’t helped), I discovered the water was no longer staying IN THE BED.
Freak out? yes.
Formulate a plan of action & deal with it like I am wearing the big girl panties? YOU KNOW IT.
So after work I came home & got to work.
The first set back came when the “trick” I had read about to get the bed to drain out the garden hose out the window didn’t work. I hate to say it but I considered actually trying to start the siphon on the garden hose that had been outside for over 2 years. As down on my luck as I might be feeling, I was NOT that desperate. GROSS! So off to Lowe’s for a brand new cheap hose. After I got it wiped down with a bleach wipe as best I could I surprised myself by starting the siphon easier than I thought I could! So the process of draining the bed has begun….
Course I didn’t take into account that the temperatures were dropping faster than the sun! But this too shall pass. I can do this. So far the birds aren’t acting cold so we will deal as long as we can or it takes to empty the bed.
BONUS is I am getting to work muscles I haven’t used in a while. lol
Also I realized that instead of spending money on a new mattress (real, air or water), I can use the spare twin for a little while. Not my favorite idea, but I do like the price!
How did I forget about it in the panic?
Course while I was uncovering it from the chaos of the attempted reorganization I discovered a secret about this guest bed. Its supposed to be a bed, but it feels like a box spring! Mattress or the thing that you put the mattress on top of? Ouch. This princess is certainly feeling that pea!
(I love that I just realized I still have a phone on that wall… yet don’t have land line service! oops… yup I’m moving into my storage unit!)
Adapt. I have spare blankets that I can put down to lay on. I will MAKE IT WORK. (yup I miss project runway a tad!)
Another thing that hit me today was a memory about a time where I was stressed out before. Emotionally. Back then I had a downstairs office below a salon which I shared with 2 other fantastic ladies. Well long story short, someone left the water on & over flowed the salon… which dripped & CRASHED down on my desk area! Thankfully another dear friend heard one of the first drips & acted fast to move the important stuff, like the computer, pictures, etc. Still it was bizarre.
Some say water represents emotions. Maybe this is the case. Maybe the draining of the bed can symbolize the draining of all the history that I had in that bed. The relationships let go, the nightmares & worries flowing out the window & the trauma of the waking up after the attack can just gush down that hose away from me.
New things. Maybe not what I was wanting… yet. But things are changing.