So, DH has wanted a memoryfoam thingy for ages. I wanted a new mattress cos ours is knackered. Go shopping today for new mattress. DH persuades me that spending £160 on memoryfoam topper is THE RIGHT THING TO DO.
NO IT IS NOT. It is shit. Have just spent an hour an a half trying to get to sleep. It has made our already hard mattress feel like concrete that I have been submerged into. Every time I roll over my pyjmas get left in old position so I have become a tangled mess and have to get out of bed to stand up twist them back round again and then proceed to return to the rock hard surface.
And it makes the bed so bloody hot. It is like a sauna in there!
So I have finally given up any thoughts of sleeping in there. Moved to spare room but that stinks of cat piss cos our rancid pissing cat likes to make a point about the in-laws [hmmm] (were staying over festive season)
Have tried to unfurl the sofa bed downstairs but only succeeded in getting my fingers trapped in the mechanism, which remains firmly shut.
I know I should go and wake H and get him to take the shitty memoryfoam thingy off the bed. But I can't be bothered with the hassle and the argument that will ensue.
So, AIBU to book myself into the nice hotel round the corner. Go there now, get a lovely sleep in a big comfy bed all to myself, and leave DH to deal with the kids in the morning?
(P.S. Sorry for shouting. I am just a little - ok maybe a LOT - grumpy)