Okay, they don’t actually attack. Maybe ‘take over’ is a better description. My son’s therapists have moved in and essentially claimed every area that is not our (my husband and I) bedroom as an acceptable place to do therapy. The type of IBI that X. is currently engaged in is all about learning within the real world so that the skills he learns are transferable to many different situations. I am behind this 100% but it has left me with almost nowhere to retreat to. They’ve even claimed my office as it seems to be the most comfortable place to do puzzles and play games.
I don’t want you thinking I can’t live in my own home. I can. I am allowed to play with the baby anywhere and we can co-exist with the therapy but I need some quiet time. I crave quiet time in the day. So does my little guy. He cannot nap in chaos. I don’t think many of us can. After a month of hanging out in the relative quiet of my bedroom while my son napped in his bassinet mid-afternoon I found myself dreaming of a place where I could leave my computer out and have a few books in a stack. You know, an office of sorts kind of like the one that was stolen from me. This dream has become a reality. While I was walking through Costco last week I found a cheap folding table that was skinny enough to fit in front of my bedroom window. I’m writing on it right now! It’s fantastic. There’s room for a few books, a cup of coffee, my elbows and my laptop. Have I mentioned it can be easily converted into a sewing station?
I feel like a new woman. Like this week I may write an epic love story or the next great theological text. While in reality I may just send a few emails and post a blog or two this has folding table has given me the opportunity for a little quiet in quite a loud season and I am thrilled to have found it. Here’s to the little things in life! They sometimes make all the difference.
