The Poo Poo Couch of Doom
Yes, our beloved couch of 11 years has met its' demise.
We have been through sippy cup spills, potty training accidents, sticky lollipop fingers, chocolate smears, and popsicle drips. We have lost our remotes more times than can be counted in the cushions or our favorite piece of furniture. We have snuggled and watched movies, been nursed back to health, and had kids' jumping-off contests (when mom and dad weren't looking).
It's a part of our family history!
Our couch graced our first apartment, pristine and micro-suade soft and new. Then came Aryn, whom we snuggled, fed, and watched grow from infancy to toddlerhood. Spit-up, sippy cup drips, and rice cereal hands began the couch transformation process.
*Note: Did we really look like this in our pictures? Well...here we are!
When we moved to our first house, this piece of furniture went through potty training, a baby with serious colic issues, chocolate smears, and washable marker scribbles. Many times, feverish children lay on the couch for comfort while watching movies and downing dose after dose of liquid Tylenol (several hours apart, of course!). I sat here and crocheted 20 different hats of multiple colors and styles while anticipating the birth of our second child. My extremely large pregnant form also found comfort here while waiting for the arrival of our third child. (I can't believe I sent the picture below as a birth announcement! Oh well - I was too tired to care at that point. Parenting is hard work!!)
Here at our second house, this couch has survived countless sippy cup spills, and comforted us through whole-family illnesses. We have read many books together on it for homeschool and just for fun. We have watched our favorite movies: The Incredibles, Despicable Me 1 and 2, and Frozen. And, of course, the kids' first exposure to Star Wars took place here. A big one for my husband. Over the years, my hubby and I have talked about dreams, goals, imaginings, triumphs and disappointments on this piece of furniture.
There are a lot of memories here.
Fortunately, many were washable or Lysol-able.
Unfortunately, our three-year-old son, who finds a way to do things even when they seem impossible to the rest of us, has found a way to put our couch out of commission permanently.
His constant problems with constipation meant he needed an enema one evening. Oh yeah - I said that word in my blog. Gross. We put a diaper on him and daddy promised he could come watch video games and snuggle on the couch until his problems were over. Such a nice daddy! A half hour later, there was such an overwhelming stench in the living room that Josh decided to check on our boy's progress.
My reaction?
I laughed hysterically for a minute or two, then I ran for the paper towels and plastic bags.
Cleanup took a good half hour, and after the boy went to bed, we teamed up to clean the carpet and couch cushions that were affected. So, 10:30 at night, we were finally finished with cleanup. We watched our customary hour of Netflix, both of us drifting off to sleep at the 50-minute mark. Exhausted.
As a last-ditch effort, I applied some pet oxygen cleaner in hopes that the oxygen bubbles would make the smell magically disappear by morning.
The next day, we reassembled the couch, which looked clean, but it stilled smelled like the essence of bowels. Especially when I sat on the cushion and the air shooshed out. Ugh. I tried using our couch cover to lessen the smell a bit, but that only lasted a day or two. If only adults occupied our house, the cover would remain smooth, intact, and exactly where I placed it. With children, it is dislodged, rumpled and on the floor exactly 2.5 seconds after I put it on the couch.
After a day or two, with the odor still lingering in the living room, the children have given a new name to our beloved piece of furniture:
"The Poo Poo Couch of Doom!"
My good friend suggested an organic bio-cleaning product, which I will have to pick up the next time I go by our natural products store. Hopefully, it will alleviate our problem.
Unless I can obliterate the stench, we will be saying au revoir to our favorite couch. Why would we keep such a stained, dilapidated piece of furniture around? Sentimental reasons. That, and...if we bought a new couch, it would look just like this one in a matter of weeks.
We will miss you.
But not your smell.
We have been through sippy cup spills, potty training accidents, sticky lollipop fingers, chocolate smears, and popsicle drips. We have lost our remotes more times than can be counted in the cushions or our favorite piece of furniture. We have snuggled and watched movies, been nursed back to health, and had kids' jumping-off contests (when mom and dad weren't looking).
It's a part of our family history!
Our couch graced our first apartment, pristine and micro-suade soft and new. Then came Aryn, whom we snuggled, fed, and watched grow from infancy to toddlerhood. Spit-up, sippy cup drips, and rice cereal hands began the couch transformation process.
*Note: Did we really look like this in our pictures? Well...here we are!
When we moved to our first house, this piece of furniture went through potty training, a baby with serious colic issues, chocolate smears, and washable marker scribbles. Many times, feverish children lay on the couch for comfort while watching movies and downing dose after dose of liquid Tylenol (several hours apart, of course!). I sat here and crocheted 20 different hats of multiple colors and styles while anticipating the birth of our second child. My extremely large pregnant form also found comfort here while waiting for the arrival of our third child. (I can't believe I sent the picture below as a birth announcement! Oh well - I was too tired to care at that point. Parenting is hard work!!)
Here at our second house, this couch has survived countless sippy cup spills, and comforted us through whole-family illnesses. We have read many books together on it for homeschool and just for fun. We have watched our favorite movies: The Incredibles, Despicable Me 1 and 2, and Frozen. And, of course, the kids' first exposure to Star Wars took place here. A big one for my husband. Over the years, my hubby and I have talked about dreams, goals, imaginings, triumphs and disappointments on this piece of furniture.
There are a lot of memories here.
Fortunately, many were washable or Lysol-able.
Unfortunately, our three-year-old son, who finds a way to do things even when they seem impossible to the rest of us, has found a way to put our couch out of commission permanently.
His constant problems with constipation meant he needed an enema one evening. Oh yeah - I said that word in my blog. Gross. We put a diaper on him and daddy promised he could come watch video games and snuggle on the couch until his problems were over. Such a nice daddy! A half hour later, there was such an overwhelming stench in the living room that Josh decided to check on our boy's progress.
His progress had exploded out of his diaper,
all over two couch cushions and up on my husband's shirt. Uh huh. It was awful.
My reaction?
I laughed hysterically for a minute or two, then I ran for the paper towels and plastic bags.
Cleanup took a good half hour, and after the boy went to bed, we teamed up to clean the carpet and couch cushions that were affected. So, 10:30 at night, we were finally finished with cleanup. We watched our customary hour of Netflix, both of us drifting off to sleep at the 50-minute mark. Exhausted.
As a last-ditch effort, I applied some pet oxygen cleaner in hopes that the oxygen bubbles would make the smell magically disappear by morning.
The next day, we reassembled the couch, which looked clean, but it stilled smelled like the essence of bowels. Especially when I sat on the cushion and the air shooshed out. Ugh. I tried using our couch cover to lessen the smell a bit, but that only lasted a day or two. If only adults occupied our house, the cover would remain smooth, intact, and exactly where I placed it. With children, it is dislodged, rumpled and on the floor exactly 2.5 seconds after I put it on the couch.
After a day or two, with the odor still lingering in the living room, the children have given a new name to our beloved piece of furniture:
"The Poo Poo Couch of Doom!"
My good friend suggested an organic bio-cleaning product, which I will have to pick up the next time I go by our natural products store. Hopefully, it will alleviate our problem.
Unless I can obliterate the stench, we will be saying au revoir to our favorite couch. Why would we keep such a stained, dilapidated piece of furniture around? Sentimental reasons. That, and...if we bought a new couch, it would look just like this one in a matter of weeks.
We will miss you.
But not your smell.
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