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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Space Invaders

We live in a pretty regular-sized house on a regular-sized lot. I am very content with our little spot in the city limits. However, other family members lobby occasionally to move “out in the country” because some want horses, chickens, gardens big enough to justify a tractor, and would like to walk out to get the mail wearing only underwear and mud boots.

Or, maybe, just boots.

I’d be okay with all of that but I have a hard time getting enthusiastic about the idea of a bigger place. It’s not that I don’t love the beauty of nature and the gorgeous views and the quiet isolation. I really enjoy visiting the homes of my friends who live on acreage. There is a serenity to the sweeping lawns, tree-lined lanes, and glimpses of wildlife out the kitchen window.

The issue is knowing that even acres and acres of home land will do nothing to add to the actual space in which I get to live. My children are, frankly, like a swarm of gnats. Where I go, they go. Swatting at them just stirs them up. Never mind that they have plenty of square footage in which to spread out and enjoy. It seems they prefer to be right next to me. Always.

Take our master bedroom. It is a small, cozy room just the right size for a bed, two comfy chairs and a table, a couple of bookcases and a dresser. I love this room and how it feels like a retreat for us from the busy, noisy world. My children, unfortunately, also love it. Age 2 to 21, their favorite spot is on the end of my bed, snuggled in our soft green comforter. They all have soft, comfy beds of their own. But they prefer to hang out in ours until kicked out. Our master bath is small-ish too. But I regularly find myself trying to curl or straighten or rinse and spit with more than one child underfoot. This in spite of the fact that they have two bathrooms to share between them. Gnats, I tell you.

I have one tiny spot at the end of our dining table that is my work space. I don’t have an actual office because all those soft, comfy beds and extra bathrooms take up a lot of room. My “office” is truly about five square feet of chair, table top, and a few small piles. Because of those piles and the various computer cords, I prefer to keep two- and four-legged creatures out of my little corner. I think this is not too much to ask. But my 2-year-old and our dogs seem to think that particular corner is prime play space. If my feet are not being used as mountains for various Matchbox cars, my power cord is being yanked out by tussling puppies. I cannot understand why these creatures have the entire house and yard in which to play (that’s where ALL THE TOYS ARE, by the way) yet prefer to play practically in my lap all day long.

It's been this way for years.
Maybe if we moved out to the country I could find a place to hide and get some work done Who am I kidding? They’d find me and come running. Very likely wearing only rubber boots and underwear.

1 comment :

  1. Aww, com'on, you love having them crawl over you and will dearly miss it in another 16 years....Of course by then your oldest will bringing grand babies over. You are doomed.