Mattress Extravagnza

So we woke up this morning and decided to take another look at Flat #914 - after thinking it over, how could we pass up this space... Jon has a much nicer and defined space to work in and everything is, well, bigger.

I went back to work today and of course so did Jon, but with his New York hours he has to work quite late, so I ended up starting us off with a lot of packing (and unpacking) after I got home. The service elevator is only available in the morning, so we moved ourselves and our seven suitcases via the central elevator, which is not terribly far from flat #212, but almost a mile from #914 (ok, not really, but a city block?).

We finished unpacking just about everything and fall onto the bed with a thud. Jon looked at me like the world just fell in and said there was no way we could sleep on this lumpy mess for 5 more months. I should have known from the look in Jon's eye what was coming next. And now begins the mattress switching extravagnza.

Of course a wrinkle in the plan - we get to the elevator after much chuckling along the way and there is someone waiting for the elevator. Who actually goes out at 1am? I guess we have changed since we got married! Anyway, we tried to shove the mattress in with absolutely no luck. So we started running with the mattress back toward our apartment and the stairwell. A normal couple would just suck it up and sleep on the stupid thing, but clearly we are a bit different from most, because we spent the next hour running down 7 flights of stairs with the 914 mattress and running up 7 flights of stairs with the 212 mattress - which thankfully was a lot lighter. All I needed was my camoflague pants and Rueben screaming "Little Lender move those little f*ing legs" and I would have been back to Pure Power Bootcamp.