Here's the truth: I love this house and I hate "the office" with a passion like no other.
There is nothing wrong with the actual room it's self, I suppose. I know we're lucky to have that extra bedroom; truly, I do. But it's become a catchall. Old year books shoved in the office closet. Wrapping paper and ribbons and tissue paper. Art supplies, art supplies everywhere. All my fabric and supplies for June November, my sewing machine, two computers and a printer and a shredded. A giant desk that we bought at a yard sale and a folding table, but only one chair, which is ridiculous come bill paying time. Kids toys make it in here. A giant shark balloon.
|Oh, you thought I made that last one up? I did not.|
I need a plan. My goal is a functioning office/play area/occasional guest room. I want this:
Stressed just thinking about it.
One last thing. This is the dry erase calendar in here:
|This picture was taken today, two days away from DECEMBER.|