I feel like I have to start off this post with a disclaimer. I love my family. I really do love my family.
I cannot stand the fact that no one respects my office.
I've worked from home for several years now, but recently began more than full-time work. So we transformed the dining room into my office. I love it. It's a room in the house dedicated to me, and only me. It should be. I sit in this room upwards of 10 hours a day. The walls are gray, my rocking chair is in here, I'm surrounded by pictures of my family and friends, my desk is a teal table.
In other words, it's a perfect room for me.
It's also the perfect room for everyone else. And apparently, the things that are in here are things that everyone wants more than life itself. I've lost iPod cords, chargers, gel pens, sharpies, tape, notebooks – the list goes on and on. And because it's a room in my house, people walk through it all day long. They have no qualms about coming in, standing right next to me, breathing down my neck, pulling my hands away from the keyboard – doing anything they can to get my attention.They will sit at my desk. People play with my papers. Mess with my space heater. People use my phone, my scissors, mess with my computer – and yes, I do admit to being a bit of a control freak, but dammit, don't mess with my stuff.
I talked to my husband about it today, when I realized that I was missing more stuff than I was comfortable with and my space issues were being seriously compromised. We tossed around several solutions – putting in accordion doors, building in pocket doors, yelling and screaming (which I already do and it totally does not work) -
And he came up with this. Which, kind of looks strange, but I'm hoping it serves the purpose. These signs are suspended from rope and cross both doorways. They have red ribbon attached - and he wrote them. One of my kids thinks that they are rude and dismissive, and that I'm cutting my family out - but I need some space.
And some respect. It's not just a song.