The Carlisle Mosquito Online

Friday, June 23, 2006


Carlisle Comments Sleep tight

Do you ever think about how you sleep? Do you toss and turn? Do you sleep like a log? Does your partner snore? Can you only fall asleep on the right side or the left side of the bed? I think everyone has an opinion about those things.

What kind of a mattress do you have? Today we see many ads for different kinds of mattresses. Water mattresses seem to be on the way out. Sleep control seems to be the new buzz word. How firm is your bed? Is it adjustable for each partner? Does it have a memory? Just how much do you really want your mattress to remember? What happens if the power goes off? Do you sink to the floor? Does your mattress forget all, or tell all? Now that we get to worry about air leaks, water leaks, foam fatigue, allergic reactions, who can sleep?

What about bedding? Silk sheets, satin sheets, thread count, all cotton, cotton blend, flannel, jersey, percale, fitted or not fitted, plain or flowered patterns, to say nothing about all the other print choices. Can a kid sleep better under a sheet with a baseball player or a train or some cartoon on it?

Do you sleep heavy or light? I'm still talking about bedding. Some people like the weight of lots of bedding while others don't like being pinned to the mattress and prefer as light a load on them as possible. What about electric blankets? I'm sure they are great, but all I can think of is worms when I feel the wires inside.

Personally, I love sliding into bed and feeling the cold fresh sheets on my bare legs. I know it sounds weird, but if my husband has gone to bed first and warmed up my side of the bed, it just isn't the same. I like the fresh smell of sheets that have been hung outside on the line to dry. I know that sometimes things happen to laundry hanging outside, birds, bugs, smoke, or even street sweeping, but usually, none of this happens and the fresh air smells just great.

I don't like sheets that have been mended or patched. When I was a child, my grandmother used to cut sheets that were worn in half and sew the less used parts together. This put a seam right down the middle. It was awful, I used to try my best to "accidentally" rip open those seams with my toes so that I would get a whole sheet. Usually, all I got was sore toes. I also don't like sheets that won't stay tucked in. I like to keep my feet covered. I'm a Mommy, not a Mummy. Getting all tangled up in a sheet is not my idea of a restful night's sleep.

As I write this piece, my sheets are outside, blowing in the breeze. I just hope that I can get them dry and inside before some seagull flies by.

2006 The Carlisle Mosquito