the rocker and i had our first session of couples therapy last night. very interesting stuff. we really didn’t talk much about us. we talked about him for a minute, we talked about me for a minute… we talked about us for a minute. all in all, i think it is going to be a helpful process. we are both going to learn how to tell each other what we want.
and, despite what i may think, the rocker has moved in. the therapist said so. gotta go with the impartial third party. it’s the right thing to do.
speaking of the rocker moving in, we are having horrible problems with the fact that he hurt his back. there does not seem to be a comfortable sleeping surface for him anywhere in the house. “my” bed is soft, my mom’s bed is soft, the extra firm twin matress put on the floor is too soft, the couch is too soft and the ikea sofa bed in the office “compresses”. we are now in the market for a bed.
we went and tested out the sleep number bed last night. i didn’t think it was as comfortable as my bed (lord knows, i like mushy beds), but he was so comfortable laying on it. of course, we tested out the bed that was totally adjustable. it had a built in massage feature, and all that good stuff. $4,100. can you imagine? $4,100 for a bed? and that wasn’t even the top of the line bed. the top of the line bed had a really nice pillowtop that was mushy. not good for the rocker.
by the way, the rocker’s sleep number 95. mine 40. linsey wagner on tv, 35. 
so, i’m guessing we will have a sleep number bed by the weekend. i wonder… the last time i bought a bed with a boy, it didn’t work out. that shouldn’t happen this time, right?
Look who’s talking…