My office is a repurposed breakfast nook, too small for my family of six to eat in all at once. It has a doorway, but no door (which you've heard me complain about). I like my office; I like it a lot. Over the years, I've decorated it myself, hanging sunflower wall paper, painting the trim a matching brown, hanging lace curtains. It is probably the most feminine room in the house. The walls are strewn with straw hats, prints of gardens and children with dogs, gardening equipment, and a sunflower clock that Gary bought for me a couple of years ago at a flea market. Dangling from the ceiling are several strands of dried cayenne peppers. Just behind me is Fox Moulder's "I want to believe" poster from X-files. No, it does not match the decor, but it does match me. Of course there is my desk which holds the computer I write on, family financial records, and homeschool assignments I haven't yet graded or are waiting to be stored away. Nearby is an ancient, twenty year old file cabinet holding all the family records, good news and bad, and old hard copies of writing projects. There's a bookshelves full of books ranging from volumes of poetry, to dog books, to "how to write a novel books", to books on parenting, a couple of Bibles, some "how to be a good Christian wife/parent", and some of my favorite fiction. It is an all purpose room, with the closet full of candle making supplies, homeschooling books, microscopes, telescopes, arts and crafts supplies, bird seed, and more gardening supplies. The boys' school books live in stacked baskets just by the door. It is not easy to keep this all organized and I often don't make it.
Yesterday Jeremiah came in with a roll of masking tape.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"To measure out where I'm going to put things."
Okay, I could understand that.
"How attached are you to this wallpaper?" he asked.
"Very. Have I mentioned this is TEMPORARY?"
"Well, couldn't you just put more up after I move out?"
"Have you ever hung wallpaper?"
"No," he admitted.
"It is not easy at all. It took me a week to paint and hang the wallpaper in here. I don't want to do it again any time soon."
"Yeah. But it needs some repairing anyway." He motioned toward the place his dad and he had accidentally torn it while moving something out the back door.
"Yup. That's what the extra roll of paper in the closet is for. Once you move out, I'll repair that."
He sighed. "Okay, I guess I'll just have to live with it."
Gee, ya think? Especially as this is TEMPORARY?
Why do I get the feeling he is never going to leave?