Tuesday, May 02, 2006
What would I do with an office, if I had one?
My office is tucked behind the living room couch.
Yes, just like the maximum security inmates always complain, I can span the space with my outstretched arms. I can hear the TVs (all three of them, sometimes) and have no graceful way to avoid conversation, should anyone want to talk at me.
Sometimes I imagine how nice it would be, to have a room with a door. Quiet. With a closet, maybe, for all the unfinished projects.
But then again, I am pretty centrally located. I Hear All. I See All. Perhaps this open door policy is the key to life as Mom.