Monday, January 30, 2012

The Beautiful Set of Sky Blue Satin Sheets

The Dad likes satin. Specifically, The Dad likes satin bed sheets. Shortly after Christmas, I ordered a beautiful set of sky blue, satin sheets for our water bed. The timing ensured it was not a Christmas gift, since the Dad and I don't do Christmas gifts. They came, and surprised him, a couple of days ago.


Yesterday, The Dad decided to put the satin sheets on the water bed. Our water bed mattress is old, almost fourteen years old. When The Dad took the boring, non-satin sheets off, the water bed sprung a leak. Our patch kit still had a small amount of patching material in it. The Dad patched the bed and waited for it to dry. We had decided three weeks ago we needed a new mattress, after needing several patches in one weekend. He had the number to call, but hadn't gotten around to it.


After the girls were asleep, The Dad decided the patch was set and the new, satin sheets could be put on. At this point I have my pillow and bolster on the floor and am halfway to dreamland. I have viral pneumonia, and really didn't care where I slept. The Dad had started to put the sheets on when he noticed another tiny leak. He took the last bit of patching material, fixed it, and we waited for that patch to set. I stayed on the floor still dozing on and off.


Sometime later, The Dad put the beautiful sky blue, satin sheets on the bed. I took my last meds of the day, put on my CPAP mask, and crawled into bed. As I am drifting off, I am thinking I wet the bed. I ignored it because that didn't make any sense, I don't wet beds. Through my non-thinking stupor, I realized I was really wet. I took my night gown off, which was dripping, and threw it in the tub. I put a dry nightgown on, started back to bed and realized my sheets were soaked. The Dad jumped out of bed and saw the water running unto the floor. The bed had sprung a different leak.


Fifteen minutes later, with towels and blankets soaking up water everywhere, I found the leak. It didn't look big enough to account for all the water, but that is what we had. What we didn't have was any more patch material. The Dad pitched a fit, which I silently watched. After a while, he realized that maybe he was over reacting and stopped. We (mostly he) brainstormed about what he could use as patching material. The Dad ended up using the vinyl from the zippered bag the beautiful set of sky blue, satin sheets had come in. I would have never thought of this. 


The patch held, and I, personally, was grateful to climb onto old, ripped, cotton sheets that were dry. Two and a half hours of turmoil and Hope peacefully slept through it. There is a message there somewhere, but I am not currently thinking well enough to find it.

7 comments:

Acceptance with Joy said...

I'm thinking the message is - you need a new mattress!!! :-0

Jen said...

What if you couldn't patch it? Would your room flood? EEK! Yes, def new mattress time.

marythemom said...

Wow this brings back memories! Hubby brought a waterbed into our marriage, and he too loved satin sheets. The last set I bought were sky blue! I finally convinced him to get rid of it (I was very pregnant and couldn't get in and out of it plus he prefered to leave the heater off which froze me out!). We finally figured out that satin sheets made him sweat more and actually caused a fungus infection. TMI I'm sure! Anyway, thanks for the memory!

Mary

Jane said...

How long do waterbed mattresses typically last? Can you get a new one? Sleeping on wet sheets is not fun, especially in winter.

Lee said...

OMG. I definately think you need a new mattress! LOL

Miz Kizzle said...

A water bed! You darn old hippies! I cracked up at this post. Hopefully, your lava lamp won't spring a leak in sympathy.

Barb G said...

Mix Kizzle, you made me laugh out loud. We had a water bed for about 10 years ourselves. Thanks for the memories. Hope you get a better night's sleep tonight. (((hug)))