My mattress has been messed up for about a month. The squishy thingy that makes it so i feel like I’m sleeping on a cloud had been gradually moving to my left, falling off the bed bit by bit.
Today, I decided it was time to fix it. So at 5:50, i announced to the world via snapchat that I, Claire, was going to fix her mattress. This is important because this means I couldn’t give up, I told my friends I was going to fix this mattress and dammit I was going to stick to my word.
I start by clearing my bed of all pillows, blankets, pandas, and elephants. I then, with many grunts, pulled my mattress off the spring-board.
That is when I realized…mattress are heavy.
Like….heavy. Too heavy for me.
So, after fixing the sheets, smoothing out the wrinkles and stuff like that, I prop the mattress up at an angle to make it up the 7 foot journey to the spring-board again.
Except there was one problem…
THERE WAS A F*CKING CEILING IN THE WAY!
Every time I lifted from my knees to push the mattress onto the bed, it wouldn’t go horizontal like I willed it too in my brain. It went up, into the ceiling. I hate that ceiling….I strongly dislike that ceiling.
I flip the mattress over and try to lift it over my head and kind of…place it on the spring-board. That idea was quickly scratched when I could get it past my knees.
The mattress seemed to really not want to go back up on the spring-board. Maybe it had a fear of height??
I debated just leaving it on the floor that night and have my parents do it when I came back.
But then I realized…that would be quitting and I don’t quit. I don’t give up, I don’t lay on the floor and wait for someone to fix it…I mean this metaphorically, because this has literally happened once or twice.
I couldn’t lift it.
I couldn’t force it.
I couldn’t magic the shiz nit out of it.
I was left with only one option…
Engineer this sh*t.
In each of our dorm rooms there are two horrible, uncomfortable, gross looking chairs that rock back and forth a bit. I put the chair against the door leading into the bathroom, the mattress was on the floor in front of it.
I pulled the front end of the mattress up and twisted it so the edge would rest on the chair.
I then used ALL, and I mean all, my strength to lift the mattress up into the air, until it was a few inches away from the ceiling.
Kicking the chair sideways really hurt, because I was shoeless, but I did it anyway until the chair was parallel to the spring-board. I then slowly scooted the chair forward until the mattress was at an angle. One end on the chair and the other on the edge of the spring-board.
I got behind the chair, which was a very tight fit by the way, and pushed the mattress at an angle, not just up, until it fell gracefully onto the spring-board.
If Mickey wasn’t asleep I would have done a victory scream.
The rest was pretty easy, putting the sheets back on and throwing my pillows and panda back up where they belong.
I finished this task at 6:20. It took me half an hour to put my mattress back on the bed. And this is the best thing I’ve done all week!
And Mickey did not wake up, so I label this under the folder: Success.