That funny looking lump in the garbage can, once upon a time, was Tim's favourite pillow. And now it's garbage. Whatever could have happened? Who could possibly have been so evil, so cruel to commit such a terrible crime? Who is the culprit?
It was me! I confess, it was me. I am the one who killed Tim's pillow. But I didn't mean it. It was an accident, truly it was!
Well it was sort of an accident. I mean I intentionally washed it, but I didn't intentionally destroy it.
I've washed that pillow before. Many times. With no problems at all. Goes in dirty, comes out clean. Taadaa and the end.
But this time after it went through both washer and dryer (gentle cycle by the way), it came out, clean but , well, strange. Misshapen. Lumpy. Twisted. Ruined.
I just stood there in the utility room stock still, mouth agape, pillow remains in hand wondering what on earth happened. I reviewed everything in my mind and honestly, I did nothing different this time than any other. But this time, it was clearly, a problem. Dang.
Obviously, I tried to fix it. I tried stretching it, kneading it, pulling and pushing it to no avail. No matter what Isometric exercises I committed upon it, I could not turn it back into a pillow. Sigh. There was nothing left to be done about it but to confess my sins and throw myself on Tim's mercy.
Luckily for me, he is not only a kind man but one with a great sense of humour. "Dont' worry about it' was his reponse. "It's not as if it's my only pillow".
And that part is true. We each have three pillows. And if that sounds excessive I can only say that it works for us. One pillow is exceedingly firm. That pillow is great for sitting up in bed reading or watching TV. My other two pillows are filled with down so they are softysoft. I love 'them. Tim's other pillows, however are kind of firm. One is a fancy schmancy memory foam things...something pedic. I think it starts with a T. Temperpedic maybe? That is not the pillow I killed. The dead pillow was just an ordinary fairly firm foam pillow except that it was thin. And that's the thing Tim liked best about it.
So anyway, old pillow now sleeps with the fishes and Tim's first night without it was......well it was not good. He tried, he tried really hard to make do, but it just didn't work. So the next night, after work, off we went to Bed, Bath and Beyond to replace the pillow I offed.
Here is a question from me: When you buy a mattress, you go to a mattress store where there are lots and lots of mattresses and the sales guys always urge you to lay down, relax, to find the mattress that feels best to you. That makes perfect sense to me. But pillows? Nope, you have to just read the packaging and squash it in your hands to determine the feel of it. Is that logical at all? (and by the way the correct answer is, "No, it is not!")
Sooooo it took awhile and the process of elimination to finally choose the best guessed pillow - because that's what it is, just a best guess. Brought it home, tucked it into a nice clean soft pillow case aaaaannnndddd the second night of sleeping on the new pillow wasn't great either. Dang!
Third night had Tim using the new pillow as a sofa pillow hoping desperately that the more use it gets the more like the old pillow it will become. Last night he switched the new pillow for one of the guest room pillows which was not an improvement. Oh dear.
We still have hope but it's fading as the days and nights go by. This weekend may find us at yet another pillow store still trying to find a new perfect pillow by guessing.
This is not a good system for pillow selection. We put a man on the moon but pillow selection method still sucks.
Anyway, we've had a week of long sleepless nights at our house - which ultimately is my fault. hopefully things will improve soon. I hang my head with shame. Or at least guilt.
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.