New futon mattress day was supposed to be a happy day. A day of comfortable sitting arrangements. A day of making my apartment look like one in which a grown up lives.
I think I have too much mattress and not enough frame.
I went with a futon mattress that has springs in it to get a little more support than your standard mattress that is just layers of squishable stuff. Which means it doesn't like to fold very nicely. Which means it was a pain in the butt to actually get onto the frame with the frame in upright position. And, whoever is designing futon covers now seems to have decided that they should be made like taco shells, so you have to slide the mattress halfway in before zipping it the rest of the way. Neither of these tasks should I have tackled on my own. My fingers are raw from gripping the canvas and trying to throw the mattress around. And I am sort of afraid that if I don't stay seated on the thing, the mattress will resume a flat shape and slide right off the frame. I'm actually pretty sure this will happen in the middle of the night when the opportunity to scare me out if my wits will be highest.
New futon mattress day was supposed to be a happy day. Sigh.