Sunday, February 28, 2016

The Kids Don't Always Make Room For Me

I've mentioned many times before that we have a home office. Our home is a 3 bedroom. One of those rooms we use as our actual bedroom. One is used for the biscuit room. The other, and largest out of the 3, is the home office. It's big enough for 2 desks, a love seat, a doggy bed and shelf that displays some of our antique treasures from flea markets and family heirlooms. It's comfortable. My desk faces outward towards the living room.

Despite the comfort and a window view of the outdoors, at times I crave a change of scenery. I have a Chromebook in the living room area by the sofa. It's usually my go-to place when I want to work someplace aside from the office.

Occasionally, I move the Chromebook to the kitchen table. 

Sometimes, when I make the decision to compost articles from the sofa, one or more of the kids are stretched out. More often than not, it's on the side of the sofa where I sit to type. Like today. Coco. He had grabbed his chew bone, pulled down my pillow and fixed the blankets to his liking. I tried to reason with him. He just looked away. Yep. This.

He didn't want to make room for me and that's okay. Most of the time, the kids make room, but those few times they don't, we respect their need for space. 

Coco didn't want to be disturbed. He didn't want to move. I covered him up. Took a photo. Kissed him on the top of his head. Rubbed his belly once he stretched out. Grabbed my Chromebook. Got comfortable at the kitchen table.

That's where I am now. Typing this. I can hear him snoring. Oh, sweet Coco.

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