I Have My Room Back – Thank You God

“The history of men’s opposition to women’s emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.” — Virginia Woolf (A Room of One’s Own)

Grandson finally finished painting my office and repairing the furniture broken in the process. I am in heaven. I didn’t realize just how much I rely on my private space to maintain sanity. The walls are a pale pink almost white. I got rid of all the boxes and junk that were piled up in there and ahhh. What serenity. When Mr. Husband and now Mr. Grandson start piling questions on me or teasing me, I go in there and shut the door in their face. Such satisfaction is wonderful.

I decided to get rid of the area rug in there so it is a hardwood floor and minimal furniture. Uncluttered, restful. PINK. Yes, I already said that, but my room is a bastion of femininity in a this man cave also known as my home. Heavy dark wood bookshelves, dark leather, all the stuff that guys like. Difficult to move, hard to clean, shows dust 5 minutes after dusting. What do they care they aren’t the ones cleaning it anyway.

I make Mr. Husband nervous every once in a while when he asks “OK what exactly would you do if you could change things around?” My answer is “well I’d start with gasoline and a match and go from there.” He always squirms when I say that. I can see the wheels turning in his head “oh crap, maybe she’s serious this time.”

So I have my room back, my privacy back. I can think, create and dream undisturbed. At least for a while anyway. I’m contemplating rigging up the doorknob to deliver an electric shock to anyone touches it when I am in seclusion.

8 responses

  1. I may have to steal the electric-shock-on-the-doorknob trick. My family can’t live without me the moment I go into my office for some quiet time. Drives me nuts, so I may have to shock them!

    1. I think it’s left over from the days when kids freaked out when Mommy disappeared into the bathroom. Moms make the first mistake allowing kids to barge in on them there, and it’s all downhill from there 🙂

  2. As one living alone, I still like my space, my office, although now it is littered with toys, and I have had to rearrange the book shelves to accommodate more toys. But having the accoutrements of other living individuals in here is kind of nice. Sounds like an awesome place. Enjoy!!

    1. Toys? Interesting. I am enjoying. thank you 🙂

  3. Woo hoo! Your sacred space!
    I love mine. When I first set it up, Mr HoT wanted to use it as an office too… I didn’t not say no – although I admit I wanted to… but then he brought in this monster old “antique” dartboard to put up on the wall and without thinking I blurted out how this space was for working and thinking and dreaming and exploring and we have an enormous house to accommodate that piece of crap…
    He didn’t move in. The dartboard is still in his ‘workroom.’ (More like junkroom, which is why he was hoping to horn in on MY space…)
    All is well. I hope blissful serenity reigns long and well in your room of your own…

    1. Isn’t amazing how guys want to hang on to all their junk. Then very minute we manage to squeeze out a little space to ourselves they rush in and want to put all their junk in it. I think it is the need to “wizz on the fire hydrant to claim territory syndrome.”

      My hub tries to classify anything that he can’t remember when it was purchased as an antique. Under that criteria some of his underpants would be antique. Sheesh!

    1. I may stay in there for days, only venturing out for water and the occasional snack.

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