I. Hate. My. Couch.It's comfy to lay on. It isn't bad looking. There aren't any tears you can see when it's all put together. And even though it was a hand-me-down we have 2 matching pillows.
Then why do I hate it, you ask?
The cushions come off. Plain and simple and oh so annoying!!! Just in case you are confused, they don't fly off by themselves, of course not, that's silly! Sam and Nephi just can't seem to leave them be. They can not, will not, keep their dirty little hands off them! The cushions know no peace when the boys are in the living room. Forget it!
I probably put them back on once every hour, telling them over and over until I am blue in the face to leave them alone!
Now, before you go saying what a turd I am for not letting my dear boys play with the couch cushions, let me tell you about "the project".
The project begin, when Sam pushed his finger through the fabric under the cushions that covered the springs. Every time the cushions come off, they work on "the project".
Yesterday, I found this:
"The project" has now become a safety hazard. I can just picture a little leg shooting through that and ripping off skin. I have no desire to visit the emergency room anytime soon.
Sadly, there is no place in the budget for a new couch. So I must turn once again to my old friend, Mr. Duct Tape.(Don't even comment on those nasty stains! You can't have toddlers without them!)
Now, I just have to keep them from peeling it up!! That is so something Sam would do. He better not though, or I may have Mr. Duct Tape help me on another project: