Stumble It!
I've noticed that the quality of my caregiving depends all too much on my own moods. When I am feeling relaxed and OK with my world, I can be a patient, loving caregiver. But when I am stressed or depressed, I tend to take it out on Adrian.
The other night, just as I was trying to get to sleep, he complained about the bed (which is not even a year old): "The mattress needs to be turned," he said.
"Not this kind of mattress. But I rotate it every couple of weeks."
"I keep falling into an indentation in the middle of my side," he insisted.
Now, this wasn't the first time he had complained about the bed just as I was trying to fall asleep. "Go sleep in the guest room then," I snapped. "But don't talk to me about it now."
Timing is everything. The next morning, I rotated the bed and washed the sheets. I also showed him that this kind of mattress cannot be flipped over.
Did we sleep any better the next night? No, but at least he didn't complain about the bed.
