We've lived in our house for a little over two years, and we are the first people to live in it. We have beautiful hardwood floors throughout much of the main level of the house. Over the past couple of years, we've naturally obtained a few scratches here and there and had just natural wear and tear, so it was time to have a little sanding done and a maintenance coat put on.
So, this past August, we did just that. Asher and I had to hang around outside for the 3-4 hours while the guy got it all done, and then we had to be out of the house for 24 hours while it dried. When we returned, the smell was still really strong, so we had to keep the windows open constantly and turn a ton of fans on. It took several days for it to really dissipate.
Basically, it was a lot of work, and it wasn't cheap (although it wasn't crazy expensive either). But, the floors looked gorgeous and brand-new, so it was totally worth it.
HOWEVER, Asher has this fold-up chair that he rarely uses. It used to sit in the carpeted living room until I realized he was hardly using it, so I put it in his closet. He saw it the other day and decided to bring it out. A little while later, I was busy in the kitchen making dinner, and he was occupied with his chair. I thought great! This will keep him busy for a while! He brought it into the kitchen, sat on it for a bit, and then took it around the house, sitting in various spots. I never heard any loud scratching sound or anything that alerted me that something was about to go terribly wrong.
Until Eric came home and practically went into shock. That's when I realized that in the process of taking his chair all around the house, Asher was actually
dragging it, and it ended up leaving one (and in some places two) very long and deep scratches that go for about 20 feet or so. I just about had a heart attack. The bottom of the chair legs are plastic and flat, so it didn't seem like it would do any damage, but upon further inspection, one of the legs had a jagged piece of plastic that must have been the culprit.
At first, it looked really, really awful. It was fresh and white, and it was the very first thing you noticed when you walked into the room. We did have some scratch repair stuff that we put on it, and while it did nothing to actually take away the scratch, it did help to at least cover it up some so that they aren't quite as glaringly obvious (basically they just blend in better). Although they definitely still very present.
I tried to take a picture of it, but it's really hard to capture it accurately on camera in certain light. You can still see one of them, though. It's on the left side of the picture. The other one is more toward the right, but it doesn't really show up in the picture.

So now we have these lovely scratches that we have to live with for quite a while since we
just had the floors redone. I could just cry.
The only good news was that Eric never attempted to point the blame at me (although I'm sure I would have yelled at him if the roles were reversed, truth be told), and Asher had no idea what he was doing, so it wasn't like he was being malicious. Believe me, we know when he does things on purpose, such as spitting water on the floor until he makes a huge puddle, or looking at me directly in the eye before blatantly pouring a cup of bright pink Emergen-c on the carpet (he then put himself in timeout because he knew that was coming!).
That chair is now really hidden away and will probably not make an appearance anytime in the near future.
I hope we sell this house sooner than later because it might not be standing for very much longer!