I wanted to post this before I forgot. A snapshot in a day of the life with 3 small boys when your husband works away from home.
I have this couch in my garage. Don’t ask me why or how it got there. Just know that it is in perfect (kidless) condition and will not fit down my stairs. Of course the fact that it is in my garage means that my van can not fit in the garage which means it needs to be sold…. perferably BEFORE the snow comes back.
I have put the couch on kiijjij and on craigslist etc. And have gotten a few bites. I have been keeping it set up and clean in the garage, just in case people want to see it. (which is hard…because it is in my garage…as well as the lawnmower, and gardening tools).
Yesterday I had made an appointment for a woman to come and look at my couch. She wanted to come around one. So at 11:30am I decided to start to wrangle the boys into their clothes so that they looked presentable when a stranger was to come.
At 12:30pm they were finally dressed. I threw them outside in the backyard to play on the swings while I put the baby in the carrier so that I wouldn’t have to worry about him when the lady came.
I walked outside with the baby on my back and watched and felt my mouth go into a silent “O” of horror as I looked at my middle child, the 3 year old, hose in hand spraying directly into the garage, right beside the couch.
“I am cleaning it mama. The garage!” O.M.G
The lady was coming to look at this “mint” couch and my 3 year old was trying to give it a bath.
Needless to say the couch is still there. (not because it got wet, because he *just* missed it)
We will try again another day.