So, I woke up this morning wondering why we have a king-size bed. This thought comes to my mind often. I hate changing the sheets, washing the sheets and absolutely hate having to flip the mattress. Every six months when I turn over my calendar, it says to flip the mattress.
I flip! Why? Because it is huge and very heavy. Last month, we waited until our son was here to help us flip the darn thing.
The sheets and pillowcases are more expensive, the blankets and bedspreads are more expensive, everything about them says, "Why us?" They fill up the washer faster, and they take longer to dry in the dryer so why do we have one? I gripe about it each week, and Steve just smiles.
I understand young families having one as they can all cuddle at night. They can get a family of four into the bed to read or watch Disney on TV, and they are all together. When the little kids get scared at night, there is plenty of room for them to crawl in between mom and dad. I sure remember doing that during storms when I was little. So I can see that in some families, they do have some value.
So I looked up the percentage of folks who have a king-size bed instead of a queen bed. A queen bed is what I have been requesting. Queen wins with 47%, king 19% and double with 14%. The other sizes were a very small number. What I did notice was that folks over 60 had a small percent of kings. I know the reason why.
So, I laid there and pondered this question about us: Why in the world do we have a king-size bed? I remembered the one night last week, when I was squeezed to death in that bed. Here is what happens. Steve takes up his half, which usually means he is more toward the middle. Lucca, the older cat, sleeps at the foot of the bed on my side. Cheddar, the little kitten who is a kisser, sleeps as close to me as is possible so he can feel me. He was horizontal that night with just his head on my shoulder. I woke up on my side and had all of eight inches of space in this huge bed. I could hardly move to get out. So now you know the reason why we have a king-size bed. Do they make double-kings?
This is a quip I just read in a Lenten bulletin: “I stayed up all night to see where the sun went — and then it dawned on me.” I got my answer.
“After every Good Friday in our lives there is always an Easter.” Please have a blessed and safe one.
Ann Young says sometimes she is slow to see the picture. Sayoung1947@gmail.com