I let some of my old strong-held beliefs go when I became a mom–like my thinking on toys and kids’ stuff. Never would I let children overtake my house, I said to myself. Well, um, now I have a swing in the dining room, an Elmo walker in the living room and a Johnny Jump-Up contraption hanging in my office. So much for that.
Another thing happened after I had kids: the need for comfort and for rest–whenever and wherever I could get it. So, after Carson, now 2, came along screaming into this world (he had colic, which seemed to last for a century), we found ourself in dire need of places to sit down all around the house. Enter the upholstered chair in the kitchen. We moved a basic white chair in there years ago, and it kind of stuck. Now Jason, my husband, will sit there holding the baby while I’m making dinner. Or Carson will chill out on the chair while his bro, Russell, plays in his exersaucer and while I run around cooking, cleaning, whatever.
So, I’ve come to the conclusion, recently, that I think I’ll always want to have some sort of comfy chair in my kitchen, even if it breaks decor rules. What do you think?
P.S. If you look really closely in this photo, you can see the glass of wine I poured myself. At 4:30 today.