When Tamie and I were in the market for a new couch the big question was what kind of couch we wanted to get. Not wanting to have to peel myself off of furniture every hot and sticky summer afternoon, I opted for fabric. Tamie, knowing I knew everything about the world of couches, let me win this battle. A small victory, to say the least. It wasn’t until we started actually shopping around that I realized just how small it was.
We moved into our spiffy new apartment (or mansion, as they call it here!) missing a couch. Tamie, pregnant at the time, was a trooper sitting on the floor every night while we tried valiantly to find the couch that would fit our lifestyle. Every shop we looked at, though, had an ample supply of leather couches and one or two fabric couches. Not a lot to choose from, to say the least. As time wore on, patience wore thin and I agreed to start looking more seriously at leather couches. It was only a few short weeks after that that we actually found one and then a few short days following that that it actually got delivered.
That was more than two years ago, so what’s the point you ask? I’m beginning to wonder myself…
Well, it turns out that despite the need to peel one’s self off of a leather couch in the summer and the whole freezing one’s ass off for the first hour of sitting in the winter, leather couches do have some advantages. As I sat comfortably in my sticky corner of the couch this morning with a groggy Layla on my gut, she proceeded to throw up the four glasses of apple juice and the ice cream bar she had for breakfast. Sure, it wasn’t the best thing to feed a sick kid in the morning but that’s all she’d eat and she did need fluids. That’s not the point. The point is that post-vomitting, our couch survived with little more than a wet rag and some quick cleanup. The same can’t be said for my shirt.
So I guess the morale of my story is… don’t let sick kids eat ice cream. At least, not on your fabric couch.