Lately I find myself questioning the necessity of a living room. We live in one of those houses that has both a living room and a family room, and I feel like such a cliché because I never use my living room.
When we moved here two years ago, I was all in a tizzy because suddenly I had to furnish a living, family, and dining room in just two weeks. In addition to packing all my belongings, I scoured Craigslist for hours to find the right set of under-priced used furniture that didn’t look like it had been used as set dressing for a serial killer biopic.
My living room is lovely. It really is. It’s got these great couches no one ever sits in, and a cozy leather armchair we inherited from Wes’s parents that I think I’ve sat on maybe a dozen times since we parked it in the corner.
As of right now, the majority of my beautifully furnished living room is dominated by a soccer goal. My son enjoys soccer, you see, hence the soccer goal.
After watching my son and his friends going wild in a ball pit at his birthday party over the weekend, I can’t help but wonder how crazy of an idea it is to turn my living room into a ball pit.
I mean, it’d be pretty great to have a place to toss the children when they get unruly. Plus, I could hide any laundry I don’t feel like doing at the bottom.
It’s brilliant! Of course, then I’d have to find a new place for the soccer goal, but that’s cool. We don’t really need a dining table, right?