It’s inevitable. As we spend more time indoors, and in the same room or two, we find the scenery becoming a bit stagnant. There’s usually a bit of a furniture shuffle for getting the tree into and out of our living space. Then, after all of the holiday blitz we look around and feel a little stir-crazy. This year that happened about a month earlier than usual.
Remember the cabinet that was my sewing desk? After L1 built my new sewing space this summer the desk went to L4’s room. She has the smallest bedroom and it already has a built-in desk, dresser, and two bookshelves. It was full with the cabinet in there, too. I kept thinking, ” We need to get that cabinet out of her room. . .Should we sell it? I don’t want to sell it. . . ” Then it hit me–we could try to use it for our TV and stereo equipment, being able to shut it off from the world. Yes! We originally purchased it for a similar purpose, to close off our computer from baby L3 and the rest of our lives in our little house in NH.
But I digress. . . I brought up the idea for the cabinet with L1 and he went to work measuring items to see if they would fit. He proclaimed they would, then we went back to our day’s to-do list. That afternoon when I was lifting weights in the basement I started hearing all sorts of noise overhead. I had a sneaking suspicion as to their source. When I came upstairs I found that I was correct–L1 had completely dismantled all of the entertainment equipment (most old school–we don’t have surround sound or anything like that!) and had most of the cabinet apart, too. Now, I love that he was so excited and showed such initiative. The thing was, we hadn’t discussed how we were going to arrange anything. Now there was a pile on the living room floor, L4’s room was a complete disaster and we were at a standstill. Nothing we talked about together was making either of us happy. We needed outside help. I called Kerry and begged her to come over. She graciously acquiesced to my “request” despite her own schedule with a deadline (she’s got half a book due this week!). An outsider was just what we needed. We couldn’t think about moving our couch into a spot other than it has been in for the past six years, despite all of the other furniture rearranging we’ve done in this room. She could.
Now I can breath again and the feeling of being closed in has abated.
What do you do to alleviate feeling shut in during the winter?