E’s daily commute is long and tedious at the best of times. In snowstorms, it can be far worse, and so there are usually a few days each winter when she winds up sleeping in her office rather than risk the drive home. She’s been using an air mattress, but it’s sprung a leak, so we decided to get her a folding cot, since it would
a) not leak
b) put her several inches above the various insect and occasional rodent life on her office floor.
The cot arrived just before Christmas, so we set it up in M’s room, since Grandpa would be sleeping in M’s bed when he visited for Christmas. Over the holiday, we noticed that both M and the cat decided the cot was the perfect place to lounge during the day time. Pretty much every time I peeked in M’s room, either M was reading or doing homework on it, or the cat was snoozing, or occasionally both.
So we put some socks over the cot legs, so they wouldn’t scratch up M’s floor. And M contributed a gift card that covered most of the cost of buying a second cot that E could actually bring in to work, so M could keep the original cot in his room. I chipped in money to cover the cat’s share, since they appear to have a joint-ownership deal going on.
When M’s friend came over the other day, M proudly asked, “Have I shown you my cot?” Under other circumstances, this would qualify as a really bad pickup line, wouldn’t it! Especially since M followed up with, “Let me demonstrate.”
Meanwhile, E’s replacement cot showed up in time for her to use it during a recent snowstorm. Decked out with some sheets and a pillow, it looked more comfortable than some motel rooms I have seen, and she was able to get a decent night’s sleep on it.