I recently moved my computer. It had previously been in my bedroom, the main hub of the house.
Every single child uses the master bathroom, exclusively. Doc and my bedroom is merely The Bathroom Lobby.
I don’t think even the Grand Central Station toilets see this much action.
Having the computer in the bedroom just encouraged the social atmosphere.
A typical evening in our master bedroom looked like this:
Speedy hangs out around the computer, keeping up to speed on the current NBA situation while honing his Pokemon skills.
Princess channels her inner Edward Scissor Hands, shredding colored paper and making origami squirrels.
Taz and Dictator take turns launching themselves off of the footboard of our bed in mock battle scenes.
I watch all this and am reminded of how we got the children in the first place, and why we have decided we need no more.
My room, like everything else in my life, was not my own. (This is the reality of parenting, my friends. I’ve learned to embrace it.)
Even though I’ve embraced it, I needed to take it down a notch. So I moved the computer out of the bedroom.
This is the kid room – playtime central – fun land. Hey, if the kids think my room is so great then I’ll just take over their space. They can have mine.
These are my new digs.
Check it out. I do a killer bouncy ball mini-dunk.
Hanging on the rim, post dunk. I couldn’t believe the Little Tikes goal could hold my weight. That company makes some good stuff.
Do you have one spot in your house you call your own? Or have miniature bobble headed humans taken over, threatening to destroy everything?
I wonder if the hub will move with you…
Also? You made me giggle with you mad dunking skills.
So thank you.
I just moved the computer, not the whole bedroom.
He does come and work beside me. We have much more room in here!
You got mad skillz, girl. Hope the computer move translates to more writing!
I have more space! That’s nice.
It’s got to help.
This is super interesting to me. Before hubby and I ever had children, we discussed our views about child-rearing. Surprisingly, we were in agreement that children should augment our lives, not control them. Then, he broke my womb. I could only have one.
You would think our views might have changed. Softened. You know, because we would only have one.
But they didn’t. We remained steadfast that we needed our personal space and that he would be fine in his. He would learn boundaries.
So I’m glad you have reclaimed a bit of space. It will be interesting to see if the kids choose to stay in your bedroom or if they opt to follow you.
I bet they follow you.
Please know, I’m not saying “our way is the right way” or anything stupid like that. Duh!
I am just happy that somebody is using the Little Tykes b’ball hoop! Whoo hoo!
I think you misunderstood me a little bit.
I love having us all together, hanging out. Eventually they will be grown and gone and the house will seem so quiet.
I find personal time, rather than space. That’s more important to me. We make our kids go to there own “corners” early in the evening. They really respect my time and that’s a good thing.
The kids are in the playroom all the time playing. And that basketball goal has seen thousands of hours of action. The boys played with the first one so hard they finally broke it. This one is a second. They love it.
The computer in the bedroom was just not working in that room. It was adding one more thing to the space! All I needed was a kitchenette and it could have been our one bedroom apartment. LOL
I guess, for me, time and space are intimately connected. I can’t focus on my Monkey if I don’t feel like I’ve had time to do what I need to do. And I need my space to do it.
Maybe it’s because my work requires me to be able to think and write in a room without distraction. My husband’s career requires this too. So our son learned early that he had to wait until we were done (grading and calling) so that we could have our time together. But none of that together time would have been possible if he had been in our personal space.
Interesting, as always, the different ways we parent.
And I still say you have a best slam dunk face — ever!
Our house is tie-knee!!! It’s all baby space at this point….but so far…I love it, can’t get enough! She’s close to crawling…gotta baby proof the place. BTW, making another batch of those yummy sweet potato cupcakes this weekend…too delicious!
Thx!
Smaller house, closer family
I just got past the stage of needing a swing, bouncy, high chair, etc. Hang in there. Once all that stuff goes away you will miss it! 
Aw…crawling. Such a fun stage! Next thing you know, she will be pulling up to everything.
So glad you like the SW cupcakes! They are a huge hit here as well. I’m probably due to make another batch. Did you see the latest pumpkin chocolate chip bread on the health blog? You’d like that, too.
First off, I love that last picture.
Secondly, the good thing about something in the master bathroom always being broken is that there’s no incentive for the boys to go in there. If I need a few minutes, I lock the door and savor that freedom.
Genius! I should bust the bathroom, then it could be all mine.
When I lock the door, little Taz stands there yelling and rattling the knob. I get my alone time but it isn’t exactly peaceful. LOL Eventually he won’t want to be my shadow anymore, though. Things change so quickly with children.
Maybe if you put a computer in the guest bathroom you could reclaim your
bathroom. Hmmm…worth a try. tee hee
LOL That would make the space even more popular I’m afraid! I’ve come to realize that the kids seem to like being where ever I am. I feel loved, maybe a little TOO loved.
We are saying the same thing I think, Renee – only with a different spin. When I need my time, I also get the space. They go hand-in-hand. But my kids are always welcome in my room, unless I have asked them to respect my work/quiet time in there. They’ve learned to wait, just like Monkey. Although the 3-year-old is still in the early stages of grasping that concept.
And my husband and I put the kids to bed early enough that we can do our work then. We are very consistent with the schedule.
This post was written with comical twist to the chaos. I’m raising respectful kids…that really like to be around their mama a whole lot.
I don’t know about the face…it looks like I pulled a hammy. LOL
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