Today was the day.
We were supposed to pick up our brand new sectional sofa. The one that we purchased on Sunday during the Veterans Day sale, and the one that was supposed to be our Christmas gift to one another.
Well, we picked it up all right.
We even got it all the way home in Luke's dad's truck without any problems.
But when it came time for Luke and his dad to carry it into our house, that's when things started to fall apart.
You see, we live in the top floor of an old house, and things are laid out very strangely up here. And the fact of the matter is, that couch was just too long to make it up the steps, through the doorway, around the sharp curve, and up more steps into our house.
Luke and his dad tried for almost an hour while I sat in the dining room, cringing as I heard them trying to move it in.
And then the worst thing happened: the brand new, beautiful couch got stuck on a nail and ripped.
Now here I sit: couch-less (we already gave our old one to a friend) and with a livid husband. And to be completely honest, I'm a little bit livid myself.
So yes. Tonight was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad evening.
Luke is going to try to return the couch tomorrow (I'm now very thankful that we sprung and paid the extra $119 for the teflon coating, since it is supposed to ensure that we are covered for any rips, tears, holes, or stains for the next 8 years). I'm hoping we can purchase another, slightly shorter couch before the end of next week. Because we are supposed to buy our Christmas tree next Saturday, and because of the weird layout of our living room, there's only one spot for the Christmas tree. And the tree would be right in the way of bringing another gigantic couch into that room. So yes, I'm afraid the Christmas tree will not be purchased until a new couch is.
Our house is now freezing since the door was opened for an hour. So I'm using this as an excuse to shirk the rest of my responsibilities this evening. Instead I will be taking a hot bubble bath, indulging in some hot cocoa, then wearing my warmest, softest pajamas, and reading in bed until I'm so exhausted I can no longer keep my eyes opened. This ordeal has caused my stress level to raise through the roof, and I need to fix that.
Thank the Lord the weekend starts tomorrow. This week is absolutely kicking my butt!