My husband is a contractor and he had the porch of the house we rent redone into a workspace for me. Yes, we are the best tenants ever and I can see how some would think it's nuts to do so much work on a rental. But, owning is so far ahead of where we are (thank you suck economy) that it simply made no sense to sit around and wait for someday.
Did I start to hyperventilate thinking about what if we had to move or something? Sure, but I do that on a regular basis and really I'm more concerned about Gabriel's school then anything else.
At some point you have to sit still or make do and I'm really bad at just sitting there. Luckily so is my husband.
I was using a ten by twelve room upstairs in our very typical Arlington brick house. With bookshelves for fabric, etc. it got really very hot in the Summer and while functional, was not a 'real' workspace.
Plus I'd be upstairs having to yell down and answer 'Mom?' every three seconds and trying to step over a sea of dog (I have three all averaging 90 pounds who NEED to be right there at ALL TIMES) and having on thing here and another there, well, it was not motivating.
The porch, while a few feet narrower, is a few feet longer, on the first level and not used at all, really. Unfortunately, while the dogs have more room to spread out, they still pretty much make a dog rug around my feet.
The upside being that since it's not so hot, they pant less and I have more oxygen. I'll post some pics of them next week, they are pretty awesome. Right now I have one behind my chair and two on the bed behind the chair. One of them has to stare at me at all times. Another must have their ear right under the wheel of my chair. It's some sort of built in system they have.
But I digress.
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