Yeah? Me too.*
I cried because it was so full of yucky stuff. Like lint and candy wrappers. Of course no one else has sofa sleepers that look like this. They are all pristine and clean and wonderful. And they all look like this.
It's just me and my dirty house. I know it.
I'm a crappy housekeeper. I don't pull out the sofa bed once a week and vacuum it and make sure it's nice and clean.
Never mind that I've been dealing (or not dealing) with feelings of depression.
Never mind that I've got my kitchen torn apart and it's thrown up in my living room.
Never mind that my dryer is not working and it's been raining every single day for a week straight here so I can't hang anything out so I have to take laundry over to my mom's house to dry therefore making me WAY behind on keeping up with my nemesis.
Never mind that my husband was out of town for ten days so I was flying solo during that time.
My sofa sleeper is filthy and because of that an evil little voice in my head then begins to tell me that I'm a bad housekeeper which in turn makes me a bad mother and a bad wife.
It also tells me that I will never get the kitchen finished and my house will continue to be a disaster.
And it says that the three extra boys that I pulled the couch out for will SO be telling their parents that "When Aunt Shanna pulled the bed out there was all this yucky stuff on it and she had to vacuum it off. It was gross!"
Thus the tears.
Thankfully I was able to hold them back until the kids were tucked in and Ty and I were in bed. Otherwise those three extra boys would not only be telling their parents that we have a gross hide-a-bed but that "Aunt Shanna totally started to cry and lost it when she pulled the sofa bed out. I think she may be crazy."
Stoopid, evil, voice of discouragement..
"SHUT THE FREAK UP!!!!"
*Oh and if pulling out a sofa bed has never made you cry can you just pretend that it has? Thanks so much.