The tile in our kitchen is not very comfy. How do I know this? I fainted during an anxiety attack and my back got to meet the tile personally. Let me paint a modern Normam Rockwell picture for you: it was four days before Christmas and I chose to let the kids eat whatever they wanted wherever they wanted because I was exhausted. So as the youngest kids ate their dinosaur chicken fingers in the living room, I sat in the dining room with my oldest daughter and her boyfriend.