I feel like the Fred Sanford of the neighborhood, only not nearly as funny or handsome.

We got a new-to-us sofa from Craigslist delivered yesterday and part of the deal was taking the old sofa down to the curb. In my excitement to get the new sofa I didn’t figure trash day being 5 days away. So now we have THE most busted sofa in front of the house.

The sofa and I have a complicated history. Despite all our physical contact, we never did bond. You can’t see from the back, but in what could possibly be one of my worst parenting decisions ever I let the boys sharpie on the sofa the day before it went to the curb. My youngest has innate graffiti tendencies already and so I’m sure it’ll come back to bite me in the butt. At the time it seemed like an appropriate send off. Now it’s out for the world to see as if I’m the type of parent who lets her kids draw on the sofa (uh, you know, regularly). And possibly the MOST embarrassing part is that I cut out the fabric on the back to reuse for bean bags or something. Oh yeah, and I sliced open the sides in an attempt to find my long lost Game Boy (don’t ask). Oh it’s bad.

Here’s a kid who has the right attitude though:

I feel the need to say that I’m a huge freecycler and while this is looking structurally sound and decent in these photos it’s really really not in good condition. Even prior to my butchering it. Maybe I’ll list it as a total redo. Oh, the guilt. Even from the curb this sofa is causing me pain.