The great bed debate

I have been thinking over the last couple of days about the whole Goldilocks thing and the problems that one has finding the perfect bed. This has been brought about through discussions with Corryn recently about the quality of beds when one is on holiday, particularly with family.

Goldilocks was particularly lucky when she went looking for a perfect place to sleep after eating and sitting her way around the house of the 3 bears because she had the choice. Unfortunately when one travels between family and friends over a Christmas holiday one does not have much choice.

We were away from home a total of 13 sleeps (? this is a hard thing to define really sleeps would actually indicate that you got some sleep and there were nights when I wondered where the sleep part came in..... yes I dozed but does that actually count as sleep .... anyway back to the topic at hand) and during that time I slept on a total of six different beds and I have to say that there was only really one night that I was totally comfortable, (don't forget for every bed there is always the first night that it takes to get used to something different to what one is used to). I think the worst place for getting comfortable had to be my mothers house...... Sorry Mum and Dad but it is true.

The first two night we were staying in their holiday unit that they rent out occasionally. That was not too bad but it is quite old, double (we are used to Queen) and has a bad case of roll together.... Then they had people using the unit so we graduated to a sofa bed, you know those trampoline types..... Well it has been used a reasonable amount the springs are not as strong as they once were and so we found ourselves sleeping with our backs at about mid shoulder blade level on the wooden bit that holds up the sofa cushions when it is doing the job that it was more obviously built for.... But then at the other end where the first fold is for putting the bed away we find the small of our backs or thighs/bottoms/knees (depending on how tall one is or how far
down the bed we have traveled to aviod the afore mentioned wooden bit) are sitting on the metal bar that stretches the width of the bed.....This resulted in a very uncomfortable and sleepless night.

So the next night we decided that an airbed on the floor may be a perfect sleep - except we probably put far too much air in it and it was as hard as a rock... Knowing that airbeds tend to have air sepage over any given night we just left it alone figuring if we took any air out we would possible find ourselves on the hard wooden floor..... but not this airbed it did not get any softer the whole night...... So the next night we took some air out and had a perfect night sleep .... apart from the fact we were in the lounge room and our nearly 3 year old was up at the crack of dawn... Then we packed up and travelled off to the next port of call .... just when we had the perfect bed...... boo hoo.

Incidentally the next place the bed is almost brand new and is almost as hard as the airbed with too much air..... only at least this was smooth not all bumpy and lumpy as the square cell bits in an airbed. It was a bit easier to get used too......... By this stage Emily had decided that she was sick of travelling around and was up almost every night at 2 or 3pm.

Go Figure... Obviously we came home for a rest......and a bed that we are used too..... being a training college bed it has its issues too but at least we are used to them....