A few weeks ago I had one of those ‘I can’t live like this’ moments. These can be about anything – a spot that I’ve picked that won’t go away, the boys constantly pawing at me, some tech on a website not working properly, dinner needing to be cooked every night … the list goes on. The moment a few weeks ago was about the sofa. I bought it from DFS 5 years ago, it was ex-display, available for delivery the following week and started to fall apart 3 months after it was delivered. The cushions collapsed, zips broke, my youngest son painted one of the arms green and the dog had an ‘accident’ against it. I put up with (and cleaned the paint & dog pee off) it for years as the choice was between a new sofa and food….. food won. In a fit of pique (and trying to find something to do with the boys while the car was being MOT’d) at the end of the school holidays, my partner and I took the boys to DFS to choose a new sofa. We should probably take a moment here to have a minute’s silence in appreciation of the other people in DFS not losing their sh*t at 2 boisterous boys bouncing all over the furniture for 2 hours in DFS but you know what, they made a sale out of it so we all (kind of) won.
Last week our new sofa arrived, swiftly accompanied by a set of new rules. There is to be no eating on the sofa, no painting it any colour, no shoes around the sofa and in general, it is to be treated with respect at all times. My stepdaughter abides by these rules beautifully, as do her father and I. Any mother of boys knows that they tend to view furniture not as a beautiful style statement for their home, it’s more a receptacle to absorb their energy or be used as a fort for an energetic game.
The good news is that my biceps are getting a fantastic workout stopping the little one, mid dive, on his way to crashing onto the sofa and my brace position to catch him before he lands on it, is developing nicely. I seem to remember the same rules, brace position and bicep challenges from the early days with the old sofa. Fingers crossed the kids learn and abide the rules before this sofa starts to fall apart and I look forward to, one day, being able to relax on it without having to be on my guard when the kids are around.