platapus

This blog has nothing to do with a platapus. I'm just sick of titling my blogs to the section of the week. BORING
Nothing exciting, and yet the days are full. Ben has a KILLER bruise on his legs. Ben has sensory issues and is forever jumping, tumbling, hanging, you get the idea. We bought new furniture in January. We started out buying relatively expensive furniture, nicely designed, etc. After 15 hours, 8 furniture stores, and a numb ass from sitting on various pieces, we (smartly) decided to go cheap.
While the grown up in us said "get a beautiful matching set", the benjamin in us decided.... We don't want to have to worry about his butter fingers on the couch, we don't want to worry about his freshly shitted ass being changed, etc. again SMART move on our part. The couch we bought is almost all heavily cushioned. the seats, backs and arms. All but the one little piece holding it all together. Ben jumps from the couch to the recliner and BAM. When he cries, we know it had to hurt. This is a child who doesn't acknowledge a lot of pain. He fell off the back of the couch a few weeks back, whacked his head on the molding (one of those insta-lump situations) cried for 15 seconds until he heard the theme song from the wonder pets. Suddenly crying lost its appeal.
When we bought our couches we were saying we'd be satisfied if we replaced them in 5 years. Ben has arched and peed on them, the dog Fletcher has gotten excited and peed on them.... your following the idea. Suddenly 5 years seems optomistic. I don't know about you, but my mother and grandmothers furniture lasted 20+. Are things just made cheap or does our generation have no respect for furniture? I'm seriously curious.....
Well.... Have a great weekend, and may something fun, sweet, or profitable happen... and for me too!