When I was pregnant with Alex, so about 8 1/2 years ago - I asked my husband for a new couch for my birthday. We had a scary 1970's brown plaid sectional that served us well in our post-college apartment, a temporary town-house we lived in, and then our first home. The couch had been in his mother's basement - it was very old but in surprisingly good shape for its years. It was time for it to go. We put it on our curb and some poor soul took it before the garbage-twuck could come and take it away. In its place we got a sofa that had double recliners and plus massage and heat and a reclining loveseat that rocked. I was pregnant, I wanted comfortable.
And then came Alex.
He jumped and climbed all over that couch and jumped and jumped some more.
Over the past year the couch died a slow but sure death. The springs went in one seat, and then another. And then the middle seat completely caved in. I had to cram folded up blankets and pillows into it and put a sheet over it to make it even partway functional. It was BAD. It needed to go. You couldn't even sit on it without it busting your ass. Forget about laying down or taking a nap. Not possible.
Tonight my husband disassembled the sad couch and loveseat and we carried them down and out of our house and to the curb. No one will take this furniture - its in pieces and it is not repairable. Hopefully the town will come and take it soon, very soon. It is outside in the rain and tomorrow new furniture is coming in its place. I am so very looking forward to welcoming my new comfy sofa and armchair that doesn't bust my butt every time I sit down.
We are going to have to have rules about the climbing and the jumping this time around.
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New furniture - - - -
how exciting!!!!!!
Every time I even think about it, something happens that makes me say "This is why we can't have nice things!" (Not really, we do have some nice things - they are just covered in spaghetti sauce tonight :0)
Please post pictures so we call live vicariously through you!
That sounds like exactly what has happened to our couch, except I refuse to replace it until the boys are older. The springs are messed up, it is torn in spots (where you can't see it, thankfully), it has dents on the arms where they always sit and stand, the cushions are all smooshed out of shape (because they can't just sit on the seat, they have to bounce on the cushion that goes behind your back), not to mention all the stains... and it's only 6 yrs old.
Things got better once we got them an actual trampoline (a small indoor one, this summer) but the damage to the couch is done...
@frog's mom - LOL that is exactly what we say all the time, "this is why we can't have nice things!" :)
We know a boy who asks people, "Do you have jumping furniture or not jumping furniture?"
One question: I'm really sick of my family room furniture and the fabric is starting to fray somewhat...Could you please send your son over to my house to jump on MY couch until the springs go? Please? My own son apparently is jumping hard enough or something...
My sensory seeking sons LOVE to jump on our guest bed, and I foolishly allowed them to do it. What I did NOT know is that it destroys the springs (duh). I realized this AFTER 2 houseguests slept in the bed. Aftre they left my Dh and I were on it and rolled to the center. Oops. *blush*
Wow, I am on your blogroll! I am so honored! You like me, you really like me!!!!!!! I LOVE the internet. I have met so many cool people on here.
See, this is all news to me. I thought a couch *was* a trampoline...
So much to learn!
BTW, PLEASE tell me you knew what I meant by "you like me! you really like me!"
If not I will feel SOOOoooo old.
Here is a clip for you younguns. I just watched it, and apparently I quoted it wrong. I really AM old.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IynQCmqvXZs
Ok, back to couch jumping. Sorry to be a thread hijacker. OH, did I tell you that my boys created a new olympic sport called "NAKED bed jumping"! ? And "naked interpretive bed dance". Good times...
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