I love this table.
Longtime readers will remember that I bought it this summer on a whim at a neighborhood garage sale, intending to repaint it. I have since painted my kitchen, living room, bathroom and hallway, but the table remains as is. Although I’ve had to devote some surface space to files and non-toddler friendly art supplies, it still has plenty of space for coffee, breakfast bowl, iPad…
And best of all, everyone in my family calls it MOMS TABLE. Granted, this does not mean they don’t pile their mittens on it after school. But in our small, crowded house, having any space of my own feels like a victory.
Lauren’s recent post about self care really resonated for me. Last week was intense: snowy, stacked with high-stakes midterm grading, T working more closing shifts than usual, M refusing to fall asleep even when she’s exhausted. Even photo blogging felt impossible by the time 11 pm rolled around and I finally had a moment to myself.
I’ve had some success with my pledge not to waste the small blocks of time. But it’s not enough. And frankly, the more pressure I’m under, the more likely I am to just pour myself a drink and spend that 20 minutes staring at cupcakes and tattoos on Pinterest.
I don’t have all the answers. In fact, I don’t have any answers. Carving out one small space of my own has helped. If nothing else, it’s a space I can go back to and breathe and start again.
Mom’s table: that’s great! Space is so important. Glad you’ve found at least one answer. Answers are so elusive…
Thanks! Space matters so much, I think. Virginia Woolf, a room of ones own, a table of ones own… Even if the answers are elusive, it’s something to have the space devoted to searching for them.