Since becoming a parent I have spent a lot of time becoming acquainted with the floors of my house. Prior to kids, I very rarely found myself on the floor. Maybe one or two times, when over indulging in alcohol led me to believe that the wood floor was the most comfortable of places to lay.

Now the floor is where I seem to spend most of my time…

child led on floor with a red paper heart

Sitting…

It starts innocently enough when they are babies. You sit them on the floor and sit behind them so they don’t topple over. Then you sit and play with them. Before you know it you are demonstrating how to crawl, then sat on the floor with your arms outstretched as they take their first steps towards you. You might as well sell the sofa now.

Playing…

Cars, building blocks, Jigsaws, My Little Ponies. Squeezing into blanket dens. Crawling on my hands and knees with one, if not two children on my back, shouting at me to go faster whilst I pretend to be a horse or a lion, or whichever four legged creature is their current favourite. All of it done on the floor. Get used to pins and needles.

Searching…

I am far too often on my hands and knees searching for a lost toy or a lost bit of Lego. Did it go under the TV cabinet? What about the sofa? I once found 10 Charlie and Lola DVD’s (not in their cases) behind my radiator whilst led on the floor! Top tip for any soon to be parents: Shag pile is not your friend. The least of your worries will be lost Lego. You will be finding sultanas two years after your kids proclaimed they were disgusting and refused to ever eat them again.

Building…

I’m always on the floor building something. From Lego, to train tracks, to Scalextric and hot wheels tracks. Then once you have built it, it has to stay on your floor until either you can’t take not being able to vacuum any longer, or you trip over it for the seventeenth time.

Reading…

You would think that a sofa was the perfect place to curl up and share a book. But no, my boys prefer we all lie on our tummies on the floor, and read stories for so long that when we eventually stand again, it feels as though my ribs have been crushed!

Cleaning…

A light vacuum does not cut the mustard when there are small people in your abode. Cleaning involves being on your hands and knees scrubbing varied stains from various sources. Is that chocolate? The process is only made bearable by the fact that you got a bargain on cheap carpet.

Eating…

Not off the floor may I quickly caveat. Kids love a picnic. I now have more picnic rugs than I do kids. But given the British weather’s penchant for chucking it down, many an indoor picnic has been had cross legged on the living room floor.

It’s no wonder my sofa is now 13 years old. It never gets used!

This post is sponsored by Flooring Superstore

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Claire Kirby

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