For this blog post, I didn’t want to moan about how we’ve been passing a handful of colds, sinus infections, ear infections, etc. since K had strep a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving. So I won’t, but I couldn’t let go of mentioning it, of course. Tis the season; the temperature has dropped, schools are breeding grounds and buses are transportation devices for snuffy noses and coughs not covered. We’ll get over this round eventually, this is the one where we cough at night, but heads are so stuffed by day, the world sounds like I’m underwater in an old-fashioned diving suit, with the fishbowl headpiece.
What I want to do is give the update on something — I can’t even remember where I first mentioned it — my own blog post or a comment thread. But we did it. The room of my own that never was is now more populated. My husband, who has been roaming the house for a free space for his laptop for over two years, now has a space to do the design side jobs that make up the difference my lack of income brings for our family of six, plus cat and dog. S has already spilled hot cocoa on my husband’s keyboard, while sitting in Honey’s seat with an ice pack on his shin. The dramatic crawl from the bottom of the stairs where he stumbled a bit should win an Academy Award. Too bad I didn’t get it on film.
We’re still in the design phase: pictures need re-hanging, the box of papers to be filed has grown and yes, Honey’s desk is my old kitchen table, which was previously being used as a place to pile tools in the garage. I also need to re-organize my bulletin board, but I can live with it like this until the moment I get so frustrated with the chaos of it, I rip everything off of it to start over. I tried for a panorama view from my desk, which was facing out into the room and now faces the wall, but at least I still have a view out the window. [Click on any image for a larger view.] There are still mini-messes by everyone hovering, but for the moment, they are to a minimum. In other words, the sacrifice wasn’t so great. In fact, I now get to see my husband more now that he’s not wandering for a workspace to call his own. So this is my executive seat, in my humble corner, with my big bookcases, giant file cabinet, and that’s my mother-in-law in residence with Baby C. And to circle back for a revisit to paragraph one, we all feel crappy. But that’s just because of the colds. We’re pretty happy with the current arrangement.
Cathy, good for you for being so generous and inclusive with your “space.” Having just a little corner for yourself is surely better than no corner at all. Your room looks merry and fun.
thx, miranda. it’s funny, we have a whole house and the most popular room with the most time spent is a 3-season add-on with a noisy dysfunctional ac/heat unit, bad drafts, and too sauna hot in the summer.
congrats on your space, cathy! i hope everyone feels better soon!
thx, kelly! i hope so, too!
How great that you can see your husband more often, and STILL have a workspace to call your own! And, a view out the window is a big bonus.
I just re-arranged my study, and now I’m facing the wall – no window views. I suppose I could change it around, but my arms were hurting so much from lugging this bohemoth of a desk around from place to place, so I fear the thing is stuck where it is for the time being.
oh, no! i have to see at least a slice of sky to write, and see the dog and kids in the backyard. i hope your new arrangement works well for you, ophelia/mary!
The next line of that Bowie song continues with “Turn and face the strange.” I think that sentiment probably more accurately describes my chaos at the moment. Though I have a beautiful home office that I share with my own Honey, I don’t get anything done in it unless I happen to have a few sacred moments alone and can close the doors and then cover those glass doors with the new curtains I had my husband install specifically for that purpose. The theory is out-of-sight, out-of-mind, but it rarely works. Usually, my two-year-old and five-year-old are knocking on the doors or making faces against the glass, and Honey comes in asking a million important questions, like “Where’s the parmesan cheese?”
Love the bulletin board collage!
lisa, that song has been my theme song for about 25 years now! so many big life changes, all of it strange and unexpected.
i totally hear you on the demand for mom. my son with autism has taught me in a strange way to find the silence amidst the noise. i have not had an uninterrupt thought since he was born. not that he’s all the interruptions, but most, and it’s just the nature of having kids and anyone else: husband, mother-in-law in the house. his brother is older, but tempermentally very like me: goes off in a corner to do his own thing is his preference. oh and my aspie son has an amazing knack for not hearing anything when he doesn’t want to hear it. so his lessons are duofold.
re: bulletin board collage: i do like it, however, being 3 layers deep, defeats the purpose of keeping things where i can see them!