I Like To Write

A long time ago, in a far off galaxy, I wrote for a local newspaper’s blogging column.  It was based on my life as a mom and wife and I was able to add pictures and write about anything my little heart desired.  The stories were humorous, sometimes embarrassing, but extremely real.  I’m a mom first – before my normal 9-5 job or my business.  And to be honest, it’s my favorite job in the whole wide world.  I’ve decided to start writing again and thought what the heck?  I’ll post a few stories on my page and see how it goes.

So here we go…  The Joy of Leather Couches (circa 2007)

I love my leather couches. Affordable, super comfy, and most importantly, easy to clean; they are (and continue to be) a perfect fit in our household. The kids also love these couches for many reasons other than the ones I previously mentioned (i.e.: They make awesome farting sounds when you glide stinky feet across the cushions and you can catch major air jumping from the first to third couch cushion and then back to the middle love seat cushion). They are also a direct representation of adulthood as they were the first “grown up” purchase I had made as an adult. They replaced the heavy wood framed couches with the gorgeous black floral satin cushions (think Brady Bunch crossed with John Holmes and you’ll get the fashion flavor of these things) given to us by well-meaning in laws. Gotta love hand-me-downs. But I digress, let’s get back to the subject of my pride and joy leather couches.

A few months back, I allowed Taterbug and C-Dub to have freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on my prized couches. Our carpeting is also fairly new (and wayyyy too light for the presence of little people) so it’s a real treat to eat anything in the living room, especially on mommy’s prized furniture. It was a typical night and as usual, both kids were naked after hosting their own karate/kick boxing/slap fighting living room tournament (it was a draw by the way, due to both kids ending up crying at just about the same time and accidentally wiping out their little brother). Besides being all riled up from the tournament, they were both completely covered with chocolate (mixed in with a little cookie and milk for good measure). After a good bath with lots of soap and loofah scrubbing, they were off to bed. Just prior to dream time, I praised them for doing so well eating on the couches.

When I awoke the next morning, I walked into the living room and began to admire my beautiful couches in the beaming morning light. As I conducted my daily inspection, I could clearly see two dried brown streaks on the cushions of the larger couch. I immediately did the mommy thing and licked my pointer finger in an effort to wipe the cushion off. That stubborn “chocolate” stain just wasn’t coming off. So, I continued to do the mommy thing and licked my middle finger in an effort to add more mommy-cleaner (spit) to the cushion. This helped a little but I still had more to go. So, I proceeded to add more cleaner (spit) by licking my ring finger and as I did, I caught a whiff of something that certainly didn’t smell like chocolate. As I suddenly came to the realization of what I was actually cleaning, my daughter walks out, sees what I’m doing and says, “I told you C-Dub had a dirty butt last night, mom, he doesn’t wipe very good.” This immediately brought on a session of dry heaving and gagging, only to be soothed by the brushing of my teeth with my very effective Oral B electric toothbrush and a good dosing of Listerine (some swallowed for the medicinal qualities).

The moral of my story is simple. Love your furniture but don’t love your furniture. No inanimate object is worth the taste of a five year old’s stinky butt on your tongue.


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