coffee cup

Well, it finally happened.  With my son, it was only a matter of time.  Today after lunch, he took my half full coffee cup off the table and poured it on my brand new couch (well, not brand new any more, but still, come on).  

I thought I was going to have a heart attack.  My head was spinning and this high pitched sound came out of my mouth. 

I immediately grabbed the roll of paper towels and started blotting.  The phone was sitting right there, so I called Karli to help me look up what to do.  I was afraid to stop blotting long enough to look up how to clean it.

Now, I knew that the microfiber was easy to clean.  That’s one of the reasons we went that way.  With kids, there always seems to be some small smear of something or other littering the couch cushions.  These wipe away with a damp sponge in just a couple of seconds.  But a whole cup of coffee?  I was sure we were doomed.

There was lots of advice available very easily online.  What we found is that microfiber can be cleaned with almost anything.  But Karli found a great little trick and I actually remember somebody telling me this also.  Wet Wipes.  Who woulda thunk it? 

Worked like a charm.  The stain is completely gone, like it never was there in the first place.  My only concern now is with the cushion underneath.  There is a faint smell of coffee surrounding the couch, but that will fade I’m sure.  Right?

The cushion cover unzips, but I am worried I won’t be able to get the cushion back in right and I am also not sure what I would do when I got there.  Maybe when I am done writing this, I will take a closer look.

I know that this wasn’t really his fault.  I definitely shouldn’t have left a cup of coffee anywhere he could reach it.  But at what point is this kind of thing going to slow down.  I know it won’t stop for a long while, but I feel like all I do is chase after him from one thing he knows he’s not supposed to do to another.  When does just a little bit of impulse control kick in?  

He knows what he is doing is wrong.  He runs runs away as soon as he sees me coming and knows to wait until I leave the room before doing these things.  He has a set of them:  the phone, the remotes, any food or drink available, the puzzle/game cabinet, my china cabinet, the computer, my laptop, grabbing anything he can reach off the counter etc.  I do the best I can to cover all my bases and watch him as closely as I can, but sometimes you have to pee or wash a dish or answer the phone or make lunch.  

I have put up gates everywhere I can and the tops of anything high I own are overflowing with stuff I have tried to get out of the way.

It all just makes me so tired.  I am definitely ready for whatever the next stage is because this one is getting old.  It was hard to see past it to the cuteness today, which is usually my way back.