My "Office"

Once upon a time, I had an office.  I didn't treat the office well.  I didn't like the room.  It was green with a tractor wallpaper border and cluttered and musty.  I tried to make it mine but it never happened.

Then, we got pregnant with baby number two.  We emptied the office, cleaned, repainted, and now we have a gorgeous new room for Mr. Charlie.

But where did all the stuff go...?  I still had several responsibilities for seed and farm and the house and now the church...

 

Cleverly disguised in this little red cabinet in the middle of my dining room....

 

 

My "office".  Everything I do takes place inside this magical little cabinet.  I shouldn't call it magical.  It's the bane of my existence. 

 

I'm thankful to have a cute way to disguise my office in the middle of the dining room but I can't really get any work done unless the kids are napping.  It's like opening Pandora's box in the eyes of the boys when I try to do something if they're awake.  Suddenly I have four hands reaching into my space - hitting random keys, turning the printer off, clicking random buttons, stealing 3 feet of tape, opening the stapler, pulling envelopes out, shutting the doors on me, grabbing stamps, grabbing pens, murdering my productivity.

 

Dreaming of a beautiful home office to call my own.  At this point, I would settle for a small cubicle that most people complain about.