Yesterday I got on a bit of a roll with the cleaning, leaving Squidge and my husband to fend for themselves.
I still have grout whitener under my nails from cleaning the bathroom.
I hate cleaning the bathroom.
One of the things I decided to tackle was the sofa, something I should probably do a wee bit more frequently due to the collection of things I found in or under it.
- More fluff than I’m prepared to admit to.
- A muslin
- The lid from one of Squidge’s bottles
- A pair of baby nail clippers
- A weight watchers chocolate bar
- A hair bobble
- Pieces from one of Squidge’s toys
- A crisp
- A malteaser
- A necklace
The sofa is one of the items in the house that gets used the most and sees the most. It was a donation from my Father-in-law after our previous sofa gave up and it’s sooo comfy. It’s that deep that when I was pregnant I frequently got stuck in it and had to either be hauled out or sit and wait until my husband came home.
It’s where we sit and snuggle up as a family
Where Squidge has his bedtime stories
Where I sit to blog
It’s where me and my husband sit and ask each other about their day
The place I spent hours trying to breast feed
Where I was when we got the call that Squidge needed to go to hospital
Where I sat and sobbed when we first found out I was pregnant
The place I sat trapped, making desperate phone calls to the GP, my counsellor, the Crisis Team, the hospital. Anyone who I thought might be able to help me.
Where I was when I went into labour at 26 weeks
Where I spent most of my pregnancy after that
The place I sit now watching my beautiful son trying to crawl.
So many different experiences in one place, so many different emotions.
I think the cushion covers might need a wash.