Decisions, Decisions

In every marriage, there comes a time when some hard decisions must be made.

Those really tough decisions are easy to put off. To push aside.  To deal with another day.  Another time. 

Further, they’re not things that can be discussed with the children.  They’d just shake their heads and shrug their shoulders.  In the end, we all know that only The Mister and I can make the right choices.

So, we stew about it.  Look the other way.  Pretend it’s not a problem.

But then the dreaded moment arrives.  One of us wakes up with a backache and we know the time has come.  We need to get a new mattress.

And so it begins.   Our preferences are clear.  I like hard and firm; he prefers soft and squishy.  He sleeps on his back; I’m a tummy sleeper.  He kicks off the covers; I find a cat to keep me toasty.  He went to the mattress store; I stayed home. 

The new mattress will be delivered this week.  I’m sure it will be fine.   Just as it always has been for these last 60-some years.