Why yes, that's next week. It only took the husband eight years to want to leave the current neighborhood, but once his mind was made up he certainly wasn't going to waste any time staying here.
I think he's just a little giddy over his brand, spanking new study.
You see, the husband has always wanted a study. He's always talked about one day having a room in our home that belonged only to him, a room to hold all his
I don't have any pictures of the study, though, because I am not allowed in it.
I'm okay with the husband having his little piece of solitude in the new house. Really. The kids will all have their own bedrooms, why not? Then I began to wonder, um, where's my private place? Where do I put my things? Where can I go to escape the noise and confusion?
Well, um, looks like right here.
I get this little, private nook off the dining room. It's the perfect spot, so I've been told, to place my laptop and the drawer is just right for holding pencils and paper and my daily calendar, it's organizational heaven right there with a granite countertop!
I. am. so. lucky. I mean, who needs a private study when you have that?
Oh, and the husband did say I could have the laundry room. Really. I can have the laundry room. I can share it with the cat who does her private business there. Don't ya'll be jealous now. My husband is smart AND generous.
I'm wondering if there's a way to squeeze a recliner in there.