I have a case alright! Two turkeys have taken roost in my dining room. We have a seven year old female named Teagan, and a five year old tom we call Jackson. Okay, they aren't exactly turkeys (most days), but they have taken over my dining room. Due to our daughter's severe asthma and allergies, we have had to homeschool our children. This is working well so far, but it isn't working pretty. The first thing you see when you come into our home is a formal front living--now home to our dining room table. As your gaze travels beyond the wide-open exit of that room, it lands abruptly in a small, square disheveled room that loudly proclaims, "Children rule here!" It's not that we're not proud of kids, we're just not proud of the tiny card table that serves as a desk (which can only be used by one child at a time), the free-standing chalkboard, open bookshelves that know no rhyme or reason; and wall decorations that were torn out of the pages of old dictionaries and stuck to the wall with poster tack. This doesn't include a description of the floor, which is usually covered with odds and ends because no one is really sure where "away" might be on any given day. The only redeeming quality in this room is that the walls aren't white. Yeah, I got brave and painted them a striking shade of "Blah Beige." The doctors tell me I should put in hardwood floors to help with my daughter's allergies, and my fantasies tell me the same. In those fantasies I dream of dark wood cabinets with closing doors--cabinets that would invite the mind to believe one was in a cozy, old-fashion study or Victorian library when the school supplies were out of sight.
Dining room dilema
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