The time my heart almost stopped...

Most of the destructive things that happen in my house are while I'm either on the computer or in the bathroom. Licking sugar off the floor, taking bikes apart, and a great many other things that I'm sure I've blogged about. Most all of them have either made me angry, grimace in disgust, or just laugh out of sheer misery.

On Tuesday though, it was a bit different. I'm still not quite sure why. I had been working and trying frantically to get quite a few things done for Dave's gym, my work, and for a church activity. I admit, my parenting skills were severely lacking that day. I was on the computer when I heard the familiar sound of velcro being pulled at. That is the sound of my couch being made into a "fort". Anyone that has heard me complain knows that I hate it when my kids make forts out of my cushions. They are just too big, and it is just a mess. I chose to ignore the sound because I thought to myself, "I'll be done in just a few minutes and I will deal with it then."

A few minutes later I descended down the stairs. I made it about halfway when I saw Scout and Lincoln sitting on a cushion that was on the floor with scissors in hand. The foam and batting of the cushion was visible and the batting was strewn about the floor. I immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion and from my body came a sound that I didn't know existed. Some sort of moan and feverish yell all at once. Whatever it was, it scared the living daylights out of my kids, who had not seen me yet. They jumped up crying and running every which way.

I got to the cushion and found that thankfully it had only been the batting, and they had unzipped the upholstery (which I thought they had slashed), and didn't touch the foam yet. Is it normal to have terror run through my mind just because of a couch? I mean, I love my couch, but come on! Maybe this story only makes sense to someone that has experienced something like that before. Either way, it was cathartic to write this story down. I was quite upset. And for those of you waiting for me to find my USB cord, you got one of my "Katie stories" instead. Thanks for listening to a poor mom whine.