When Cody and I first got married, we had a hand-me-down couch from my grandmother. I loved that couch. It was comfortable, big but low profile, and pink. Yep, pink.
I LOVED that couch.
Slowly, over time, the couch sank lower and lower til finally, when we sat on it, we were sitting on the ground. The actual floor in our apartment. The couch was broken and irreparable.
But I LOVED that couch. Y’all, I cried when we took that couch to the dump. I still have a piece of the fabric to remember it by.
Our first couch purchase as a married couple was a large, brownish, sectional. It’s huge and super comfortable. We slept on this couch when we were getting a new bed. We slept on this couch when our closet fell and all of our clothes spent a few days covering our bed.
I LOVE this couch.
However, if we had had any forward-thinking abilities at the time we had bought it, we would have opted for leather instead. Pets and children do not “go” with a fabric couch. I
hate DESPISE WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING that I have to constantly, though still not as often as I should, vacuum pet hair off the couch. And when various beings that live in my house vomit on the couch and I have to remove every cushion cover and wash it and dry it five times to make sure it’s dry all the way through (I’m looking at you, dog, cat, and child), I would just as soon sit on the floor to watch TV.
(Someone asked me, “Why not just get rid of the pets?” Well, that would be like asking me to get rid of my child. And none of those things are going to happen.)
So, in order to keep the Thomas family in tact, and this mama keep her sanity, the couch has to go. In fact, tonight, it will be on its way to its child-free, pet-free new home, where I hope it will be loved and treated well.
So long, old friend. You were good to us. I wish we could have been as good to you.
Stay tuned for the rebuilding of our living room, since this couch took up the whole room, and now we are almost starting from scratch.