The Bigger They Get

As a follow up to Mrs. G’s recent Heart of the Home “multi-blog “postapalooza”, as she so eloquently refers to it, Manager Mom invites us to share our workspaces. She asks, “What’s your intellectual sanctuary? Where do you go to do your thinking, working, and writing?”

I’m not sure I can, in good conscience, refer to my workplace as an intellectual sanctuary per se. Mind Dump or perhaps the Place-where-Motivation-And-Ambition-Go-To-Die might be more accurate. In any case, here it is:

See that armoire? It hides a MESS. Armoires are brilliant. They hide all kinds of crap stuff. This one is a Craig’s List find that is falling apart but hopefully will stay vertical at least until our house sells. See those baby gates? They keep Buster from ripping Sebastian apart at mealtimes. Buster has no faults save one: Like many older siblings, he is resentful and would prefer that we not feed Sebastian. At all. Ever.

Sigh.

<—-This is The View from My Room

And here are some Views of My Room…

And one of my favorite Wyeth paintings…(May Basket by Andrew)

Now, to GET REAL…

See the basket with the spiky stuffed fish in it? (The spiky stuffed fish is a long story for another day.) Aside from the fish, it contains things I am supposed to do, look into, follow up on, research. It’s been a while since I’ve looked in there. Like months. I hope there’s nothing important in there.

See the pile of envelopes to the left of the computer? Stuff that requires more immediate action. It’s been there for weeks. The pile to the right of the computer? Stuff that needs filing or requires a trip outside the home to resolve. The pile of stuff to the left of the computer under the stuff on the desktop? All awaiting filing. The two baskets on top of the armoire? Bills. The skinny blue box standing to the right of the computer? A gift of Kotex samples I received from CVS the other day. Wasn’t that nice of them? Unfortunately when it arrived, I was hormonal and pissed that I haven’t gone through menopause yet and I would have sworn CVS and Kotex knew that and were mocking me. See all the other stuff? Want to know what it is? Yeah, me too.

Anyway, too much stuff, but I have a system, people. I might not have all the wrinkles ironed out yet, but, well, heh.

NOTE: After taking the pictures for this post, it occurred to me that I had loaned Son Two the card reader I would need to upload them. I called him to ask where it might be.

Son Two: “Somewhere in my room.”

Me, wailing and rending my garments: “NO! Not your room!”

Son Two: “Good luck.”

This is Son Two’s room.

I considered taking video of his room with my digital camcorder because I could load that directly into the computer if I couldn’t find the card reader, but I was afraid the video would reveal things moving around in there other than the ceiling fan. Needless to say, I couldn’t find a computer in that room let alone my card reader. The image is blurry due to rage and nausea. We have a Realtor coming by with prospective buyers tomorrow afternoon. Son Two needs to pull off a miracle. FAST.

I wish they sold armoires big enough to house teenagers.

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