Thanking the Mattress Fairy

I seriously get way too giddy over such little pleasures life has to offer us. I got a NEW bed and I am in Heaven! Oh, man........it has been way too long since I slept in a real bed. That sounds very strange doesn't it? If I was reading this, the first thought that would cross my mind would be: Whoopty fucking do.....a new bed?

Lady? You must lead one boring ass life if a new bed could boost you to the highest peak.

Well, it does......and I am happy, damn, it!

There is a story behind this........it has to do with my house and kids.

First off, last summer when the realization of my boyz' parents impending divorce became a huge reality (parents: would be idiot and me) they started acting out. Against eachother and against me. I live with them and it is more convenient for them to take crap out on me that their uninvolved and not open for discussion, father. Older boy's girlfriend (nut job) also played a part on his "behavior". He became a totally different and difficult person to be around.

But, they started fighting and it became physical....very physical. While I was trying to break up one of their Springer episodes, I was, and it was an accident, kicked in the ribs by whomever. And, it hurt. I also received a few bruises in the process....basically, I feel I took a couple of punches for the team.

I was able, on a few occasions, to get their father involved. He would come over and basically make matters worse, but most likely in his brain, (I question the existence of one) he was doing a good thing.

But, the support soon evaporated. He stated that his kids were not going to hold him hostage and that he wasn't going to jump through hoops to prevent any of this crap. Nor, would he be at my "beckon call." Gee, no new news there. You were never at my beckon call nor any call, for that matter......Mr. All-About-Me. He also said that I was an idiot for trying to break up a brawl between two, almost grown men and I basically got what I deserved for making such a bad desicion.

I just thought it was basic human instinct to pull apart two people that were seriously going for blood or worse. Just my humble opinion, not that it ever mattered.

The next time they had a fight, I came out with gallons of water to dump on whomever was the closest to me. It worked. Nothing like ice cold water to stop one in his tracks. No more for the team thing. Too painful.

But anyway, to stop all of this and try and create peace in my home, I separrated them. They each now had their own room. Only problem with that solution was........I gave up my room to my oldest including my queen size bed. I took my son's twin matress, excluding the box spring, and through it down on the floor to sleep. Three nights a week, I was at my parents' house and I slept in their bed. Since November, I have only slept in a real bed a few times. Usually, this was when I went out of town and that is very rare.

I knew that my property would soon sell and that I eventually would build an addition that would house me, my bed, my antique dresser(s), amoire, and have a huge walk in closet...........I am a clothes whore. Always have been, and always will be. That's just a part of me. I seriously wish I could be a shoe whore as well, but I wear a size 5 and the pickings are quite slim and expensive. It is a very luck day when I actually find a pair of shoes in my size and they happen to be on sale. Shoe god's are serioulsly watching my ass on that day!

I also planned on having my own bathroom. One where the toilet paper was always in abundance AND put on its little thingy. A bathroom that didn't reak of males......their body smell, their soiled clothing and most importantly: Not of that "urinal" smell either. Sorry, men stink.

But, that idea was put on hold. Hell, it's been put on hold for twenty years, thank you so much,,,,,,,,,EX.

During that wonderful period of my life that I will refer to as ; Suddenly Last Summer (the Motel's bad 80's song.......I do not know how nor why this stuff pops in my brain.........) I was supposed to receive a document stating that ex-man was going to give up his claim to all equity in this home. Period, done, it was mine.

I was advised not to sink a dime into this house until receiving this document because I would, essentially, be making him money which, in itself, is highly unfair. He never cared about our home and I have the photos to prove so.

So, since Suddenly Last Summer, I have been sleeping on older boy's twin mattress on the living room floor. Nice, huh? I feel like Arkansas............please, no one take offense............it's a comment that has been tossed around my home for years. Had to be there and understand the situation. The ex-mother-in -law hag of mine was from Oklahoma so I could never use that state as a reference for yards (such as my back one that ex also avoided) that were filled with debri, broken down appliances, kids toys that had grown roots, etc.....Sure, you get the picture.

But, yesterday? The queen size bed fairy delivered a new mattress set to me. And today? I woke up with virtually no pain. My three pinched nerves? Oh, my Good God! It's incredible. They haven't been bothering the holy hell outta me. My arms and fingers haven't tingled all day!!!! Whoo Hooo!

Yes, it takes up the living room and I feel like I am in Arkansas/Oklahoma........or, even cramped tenement in NYC.........but we do what we do. It's only temporary. It's only temporary. (say it enough times and you soon begin to believe it)

Sshhhhh. When everyone was asleep, Sweetie and I broke in the new mattress........a few times.

And, it keeps peace!

My boyz? They haven't acted out since? Septemeber.

I think my pops had something to do with that. My parents came home briefly in September for doctors' appointments and my father pulled each one aside to talk with them. They are very close to their Nonno and respect him.

Basically? I think he threatened that if they ever hurt his daughter again, (me) he would kick their ass.

That would be my pops!

One last thing to thank the mattress fairy for?

Monday is my biopsy and I can lay in comfort after what seems to be a very torturous, but neccessary proceedure.

More on that later.

Ciao,
angie