No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed

When I sold my house I thought I would splurge and buy myself a nice new king size bed to cram into my one bedroom apartment. I had to buy a new bed anyway and had always wanted a king (for me, the Queen) with a pillow top mattress. And let me tell you, it is heaven! Of course I didn’t count on having to buy all new bed linens for four different seasons, but the investment was well worth it.

Being the little Bree Van De Kamp that I am, I religiously flip the mattress as per the manufacturers instructions. Jul/Aug/Sept the mattress points one way, Oct/Nov/Dec another etc. The last two times it has been a simple matter of spinning the mattress with the same side up. With the start of 2006 however I found that I actually needed to flip the mattress.
The pillow top snapped off easily enough but then I found myself trapped in a small room with a rather large bed. If I had a second pair of hands, I am positive that things would have gone smoothly enough. As it happens, I was alone and being Aries was in no mood to wait, nor admit that I couldn’t do it myself. I had managed to get the damn thing in my apartment myself by flipping it end over end, so was confident I could flip it in the frame.

I conveniently forgot that the pieces make up the canopy of my bed were installed after the box spring and mattress were in place. I slide the mattress off the bed and got it on its side. All I needed to do was lift it up and catch the edge on the box spring and slide it over Oct/Nov/Dec side down. After banging my arms and head against the ceiling and bed frame repeatedly (I guess all that banging against the headboard has dulled my senses - ha ha ha) I decided to approach the problem from the other side.

I have a fairly good arm span being over 6 foot tall, but apparently not enough to stretch across a king, get a firm grip and lift. I soon found myself without a bedside lamp, a shattered water carafe (paired with a lovely gash on my foot), minus one lovely jadite bowl and a broken dresser mirror. Seven years bad luck here I come. At least the start date will be easy enough to remember - only 28 flips until the good luck comes back!