in which I get my just deserts

When I got a mattress for my son, I cheaped out and got a thinner, firmer one because a) it was a) cheaper, b) I was a little burnt out with busting my butt to get his apartment ready, and c) I didn't want him to get too comfortable because he just turned 25 and he needs to be, like, an independent person. Well, he says he can't sleep on that mattress, so I've ordered another one.

I slept on the floor for nearly a month. I've slept on the cold, hard-packed dust of the Black Rock Desert. My son? Will never do either of those things, I have a feeling, even if there's something in it for him, as there most certainly was for me in the above cases.

I gotta love how I got two different senses and pronunciations of "desert" into this entry.

I still need a coat rack. IKEA refuses to deliver me one, even with the mattress. Seeing as how driving is inconvenient for me, I'm not going to their store out in the 'burbs just for that. I'm already looking for other options near me.