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Waterbed

I got a job at the Post Office doing data entry. My shift was from 10am til 8pm. Many a night I did two hours overtime. On those nights I got home after 11pm. I drove 45 miles to get to work.

At the time that I had this job my sons were in preschool and 2nd grade. The arrangement was supposed to be her taking the boys to school in the morning. She was also supposed to be in bed asleep when I got home. That way she would be rested in the morning and could get the boys to school without waking me up.

We ended up getting into many fuss fights because she would stay up till I got home. Then in the morning, she couldn’t get up. I ended up taking our sons to school each morning.

Then came the one night that she actually went to bed after she put our sons to bed. It was a disaster of a night. I was pleased when I drove up to see all the lights were off. Once I opened the front door I knew that something was terribly wrong. I could hear water running. It sounded like it was pouring. The sound was not coming from the bathroom on the left, nor from the kitchen on the right. It was coming from straight ahead from our bedroom.

I turned on the light and there was my wife deep asleep on the half empty waterbed. I could see the water coming from under my side of the water bed. My wife pretty much used the floor for a dirty clothes hamper and they were all now soaked.

I went to my side of the bed and hunted for the leak while calling to my wife to wake her up. She didn’t want to wake up. I found the leak. It was a three inch long gouge with a chunk of broke glass stuck in it. I then used bricks to hold the water bed bladder away from the side so that the hole would be above the water level.

Now I had to help my wife out of the bed. She was still kind of out of it. Once she was out I went to get the water bed repair kit. I had recently put it in a basket on the shelf over the TV. This is where things turned for the worse. The basket was empty.

“Where’s the repair kit?”

“I moved it.”

“Why did you move it?”

“So it wouldn’t get lost again.”

I paused waiting for her to tell me where it was, but all I got was a look. So I asked, “Where did you move it to?”

Many words were now said that I’m glad I don’t remember. She couldn’t remember where she put it and I had to drive all the way across town to Wal Mart to buy another one. When I returned, I kept my mouth shut while I did the repair. That only took a few minutes. Now we had to let the water bed sit for several hours before we could fill it up again.

This is when I showed her the broken chunk of glass and asked her about it. She told me that she had broken a glass about two weeks earlier and thought she had gotten it all. It then came to my mind, that I had been sleeping with that chunk of glass on my side of the bed all this time and could have been stuck with it in my sleep.

Things really went bad and the bad thing was, that I couldn’t get up and go sleep on the couch alone. We both were stuck on the hide a way couch that night.

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