When you live with teenagers, and you work a lot, you have to let some things go. I have gotten to the point in my life where I accept the disheveled desktop; I accept the bottomless laundry basket; I accept the kitchen’s relative squalor.
Accepting doesn’t mean that I’ve given up the fight. I still bellow my daily battle cries:
“Pick up after yourself!”
“You need to pitch in and clean something!”
“Who left their dishes in the sink?” (The culprit is always whoever isn’t home.)
I draw the line at my bedroom door. This is my sanctuary, my respite from the craziness at work, the bills, the schedules. True relaxation, tranquility.
This rooms contents are simple: a giant bed with a heated mattress pad, a wall of books, a big soft comfy chair, good lighting.
The mood however is set by the colors around me: pale lavender walls with moss green wood trim, a wall of windows dressed in shimmery gold drapes. These colors put me in a vineyard, in the South of France, on a crisp cool evening, where the sky is pink as the sun sets. This is my happy place…
No teenagers allowed.
THE DAILY POST
Oct 14, 2014
What’s messier right now — your bedroom or you computer’s desktop (or your favorite device’s home screen)? Tell us how and why it got to that state.