Yesterday, I left work about 45 minutes early because I had horrible/terrible/no good/very bad cramps. Ben and my new [queen size] mattress was delivered earlier in the day, so I was looking forward to going home and relaxing on it.
Since we upgraded from a full size mattress to a queen size, we had to purchase all new bedding, and the quest to find what we were looking for was quite arduous, as I’m really particular about certain things. After plenty of looking we finally decided on this duvet set from Kohls, and these supposedly amazing Egyptian Cotton sheets from Overstock (in white). Man, I was so excited to get everything!
So, I get home yesterday evening, in hopes of quickly popping on the freshly washed Egyptian Cotton sheets and relaxing in bed all night, while trying to forget about the horrible pains in my stomach. I walk into our bedroom, unfold the sheets and start positioning the fitted sheet on our bed. “Wow, that doesn’t look right” I say to myself. As it turns out, Overstock sent us the wrong size sheets. Our beautiful new mattress looked miniature with a king size fitted sheet on it = strike 1.
At that point I was annoyed, but I wasn’t ready to kill anyone. The solution was simple — run to Target or Bed Bath and Beyond and buy some new white sheets, and return these defective ones ASAP. Ok, cool, no biggie. I was about ready to go when I heard my washing machine stop, signaling that our duvet and shams were ready to be pulled out and put into the dryer. So, I reach in, grab the duvet, take a look, and immediately realize something is very wrong. The duvet and shams, which I washed with cold water as the directions noted, had completely bled all over themselves. The once white circles were now a light poop color = strike 2.
At that point, I was thoroughly POed. All I wanted to do was go to bed, but no, I had to run to Bed Bath and Beyond to find replacement bedding. And no, I couldn’t leave well enough alone and just sleep on what we had — I’m a stickler for certain things, so this needed to be done, or else I would have dwelled on it all night long. To my surprise, I found some suitable bedding, and left with a $200 hole in my pocket. Boy, will I be happy when I get a refund on those other items. Sheeesh.
Everything looks great and I slept like a baby last night. That is my story.
I know, I’m a perfectionist. Thanks! And my tummy is feeling better today.