Have your ever had your Sleep Number bed deflate?
Last night I finally got my apartment all cleaned, mopped the floors and gave Charlie a quick bath. The last thing I do before showering is change the bedding.
I got the fitted sheet and top sheet on and turned around for the blanket I use on top. When I turned back around, my mattress was deflated.
I stood there, my mouth shaped into a perfect “O”, totally mystified. What. On. Earth?
Obviously I did something while putting on the fitted sheet. So I called the store where I bought it.
They ran through a few ideas that didn’t pan out, then directed me to the customer service number. As they have your account on file, they will know which bed you have and can help you troubleshoot the problem.
No Manual To Help Me:
It didn’t take long to figure out that they were reading from a manual. A manual I was never given. Why is it that nothing comes with a manual anymore?
I sat on the floor trying to figure it out with them on the line till I finally just gave up. They obviously didn’t have the answer.
So I do what I always do now when in a predicament. I called maintenance. He was fixing an air conditioner on the other property across town, but said he’d be over when he finished.
Videos Didn’t Help Either:
So the maintenance man looked up videos on his phone about sleep number bed problems, which proved to be useless as well. Finally he just unzipped the mattress and took the thing apart.
Meanwhile everything he put down I watched closely because Ivy Lou is a veritable thief. She watches everything and if she can lift it, she’s off with it and you may never see it again.
Charlie was crying because it was dark and we keep to a schedule around here. We’re now way, way off of our usual routine. You could set your clock by our routine.
Thankfully He Fixed It:
It took him about an hour, but he finally got it fixed.
He basically had to pick up the mattress and shake it so the little part that had come loose and was lost would fall out. Then he put everything back together again.
So if something goes awry on your Sleep Number bed and it’s Friday night and there’s no chance of a technician coming out to help you, I hope you find yourself a guy who can fix it.
If he hadn’t fixed it, I’d have been sleeping on the couch with Charlie. And Charlie is old like me and does not like to change where he sleeps. He would have been upset and neither one of us would have gotten any sleep.
I was so, SO relieved that he got it pumped back up so I could sleep on it.
Ivy Up To Her Usual Shenanigans:
This morning I was on the floor doing my morning stretches. I use a yoga mat and a tightly rolled up towel. And I keep these things in my closet.
Ivy has the other closet for her litter box and supplies.
Apparently I didn’t close the door all the way to my own closet after I took these things out, because I could hear her in there as I stretched. I turned my head to see her yanking my clothes off their hangers.
Oh Ivy. She misses nothing. There’s always something somewhere she can find to get into if she’s bored.
Now she’s laying on the little table next to my chair that holds my laptop when I’m not using it. Charlie is asleep next to my legs on the puffy chair recliner.
How I Love My Puffy Recliner:
I’m so grateful for what I fondly refer to as my puffy recliner. I scoffed at these monstrosities in the store.
But it can do all kinds of things, like adjust the top to hold my neck so I’m not looking down at the computer. This has really helped my neck pain.
It is raining. The sky is gray and thunder is rumbling in the distance. I’ve got the lamp on and have downed my one cup of coffee.
I’m washing the bedding I took off the bed in the first place. From now on I shall be super careful as I’m lifting the mattress while putting on a fitted sheet.
And I always have to keep a sharp eye on Ivy. She’s a constant source of mischief around here.