Remember The Princess and the Pea? The hub and I watched a local K-12 production of it tonight.
It’s not that I disliked the story as a child, I just couldn’t relate.
I rooted for the delicate princess to pass the test, but I didn’t feel her.
I slept on the lumpy ground all the time – rocks and roots and mounds beneath my thin sleeping bag. Slept like a baby.
Now at fifty + I can no longer sleep on the ground.
In my thirties I started needing an air mattress when I camped.
In my forties I needed thick memory foam.
Now I need room service.
Not really, but I do need a mattress AND a memory foam topper.
And a hot shower.
A twenty year old who can feel a pea under a pile of mattresses isn’t a princess, she’s a wimp.
Make the heroine a fifty year old and you’ve got a story.