Thursday, November 17, 2011

A Story About an Ottoman

Early on in our marriage, every singe piece of furniture Hubster and I owned was a hand-me-down. One of those pieces was a very large, rustic planked coffee table. And by large, I mean taking up half our living room large (yes, the living room was barely the width of a hallway, but still.) Despite the size and the unattractiveness of the table, we didn't replace it because it was (nearly) better than having nothing.

Bug loved the table. It was perfect for doing Superman leaps off of. But then along came Monkey. When the kid started walking, he fell down and hit his head so many times on the hard edges of that table, I was convinced he would never be normal. That's when I insisted that the huge wooden structure go.

We replaced it with a nice, soft, padded ottoman. Nothing fancy, just a simple piece we found at Target that also had the added benefit of extra storage. Now when Monkey fell and hit his head, at least it was against something soft (except for the walls and corners and chairs and floor...there is only so much a mother can do.)

However, our pretty little ottoman was not to last. Monkey, in his typical monkey-ish fashion, used it for teething. Bug, his previous launching pad gone, continued to use the ottoman for superhero take-offs. Just a couple years use, and the ottoman was tattered. It didn't help that Monkey, well past his teething phase, continued to pull it apart, one handful of stuffing at a time.

Being the frugal people we are, we didn't replace it. After all, it was (nearly) better than having nothing.

But finally, I couldn't take the eyesore at the center of our otherwise pretty living room. We started looking for another ottoman. We ended up going to Target and buying the exact same one. It's affordable and cute and worked well in our space.

Instead of being all saggy and tattered and shreaded with stuffing hanging out at all sides, the ottoman is now clean and shiny and pretty again.

I had forgotten how nice it looked before kids.

Then I realized something...

The ottoman before kids...

The ottoman after kids...

I feel pretty much the same way.


  1. Wow. It's amazing how much that ottoman could take. :-)

    We had this coffee table when I was a kid. It wasn't anything fancy. I think it was made of plywood. I sat on it once and it broke, cutting my leg, and I've had a scar ever since.

  2. I have that ottoman and love it. Luckily mine is still in pristine condition. I'm sure that'll change when I have my own offspring though.

  3. I feel the same way, too. Dang kids. :)

  4. Wow, that ottoman has been through a lot. If we were neighbors, I would have offered my upholstery skills to fix it up but I'm guessing you saved a couple headaches just buying the new one.

  5. You didn't point out that both you and the current ottoman have the best spot for climbing on and in, and reading and leaping. The ottoman however gets ugly with the same wear that makes you beautiful to your children.

  6. Hee hee hee.... I feel the same way about my sofa. It was so nice... before the kids came along!