Did I catch your attention? The sad part is that it really was… Ok Ok, I’ll tell you what happened.

I found a couch and oversized chair on Craigslist that was within our budget and looked GREAT! We set up a meeting time on Saturday morning to go pick them up. First we had to move ours out of the house (thanks mom for buying them from us!) and then we had to drive another 50 minutes to go get the new to us furniture.

Oh, can I tell you that Patrick and I trying to move our 8+ foot couch out of our house was a little ridiculous. If you saw the Friends meme I posted on my facebook that morning, I can tell you it wasn’t as funny as that but miraculously we did it without damaging anything and got everything and everyone loaded up.

Upon arriving at the house to pick up the new couch and chair, everything looked great. We paid for them, loaded them up and brought them home. We got them in a lot easier than trying to get our old ones out, so I was thankful to finally have my living room not look like an incomplete disaster area.

We set them into place and horror flooded me. They looked disgusting. Like absolutely nasty. Water stains, dirt stains… it was insane. I cried. What had I done?! After a little research, we found out that you can clean microfiber couches with rubbing alcohol and some scrubbing action.

6 hours later. They looked and felt brand new. Patrick and I aren’t afraid to put a little hard work into something to make it work. In between scrubbing, I decided to spray paint a few frames to help spruce them up. I removed the glass and put it in the living room while taking the frame outside.

Bennett was napping so I didn’t think anything of it. After a 12 hour day of moving furniture and scrubbing couches, I finally went to shower so I could sit on the couch in good conscience.

I sat down, noticed that Bennett had grabbed the glass from the frame, said, “Don’t touch”, took the glass from him and sat back down. Bennett crawled away into the kitchen and that was that.

Patrick walked into the room and said, “Wow, they really look great….. oh my gosh… what the heck is on the couch?!?!” I look down and there are spots of blood everywhere. I immediately jump up thinking I cut my leg shaving and didn’t know it. Patrick is standing there in horror as it clicked in my head. BENNETT MUST HAVE CUT HIMSELF ON THE GLASS. I run to him and look at his hand, there is blood everywhere. We were trying to find where it was coming from and finally saw the gash on his thumb. Every time he straightened out his thumb, blood would literally pour out. I scoop him up, grab a towel, take him upstairs to get all the blood cleaned off of him and see how bad the wound is.

Patrick tracks the blood from the couch, to the toy bin, throughout the carpet in the living room, to the kitchen floor, to the kitchen chairs, to his high chair, to the pantry door and back to the kitchen chairs.

I’m trying not to panic as the bleeding was fast and furious. It was filling up paper towels faster than I could change them and it would literally drip when I would release the pressure. I told Patrick that we might need to go get liquid stitches if it didn’t slow down.

After about 25 minutes of sitting with B in my lap and holding his hand up while applying pressure, it slowed down enough that we were able to put a bandaid on it with some neosporin.

Have you ever tried putting a bandaid on a teething 10 month old thumb?! “Don’t eat your bandaid” was a repeat phrase for the rest of the night.

We made it through dinner and bedtime where we cleaned it really well and put A&D ointment on it and left it open for the night.

What a day. Thankfully all the blood came out of the carpet and furniture. I’m even more thankful that B seemed uninterested in what was happening. He didn’t whine or fuss or even cry when it cut him and even let me hold his hand up for 20 minutes. I did use the TV as bribery though.

Everything is healing up great and between keeping it clean and giving it plenty of air, B doesn’t even notice it.

Just another Relbot Adventure that I couldn’t help but share. Don’t worry, all the glass is safely out of reach now. Sigh.