To The Man Cave!
When we first moved into our new house four years ago, I claimed one of the extra rooms as my office. I'd always wanted a place where I could write, work on computer projects, organize files, and pay bills.
Ah, who am I kidding. I really just wanted a "man cave." A little corner of the house where I could let my personality fly free and unbridled, which basically means I wanted to pin my old Star Wars and Beatles posters on the wall without somebody saying, "Even if those were framed, I wouldn't want them in my house!"
So, I got my man cave. I filled it up with an oversized desk/hutch combo, a La-Z-Boy recliner, color TV, and shelves filled with all my favorite books, DVDs, CDs, and knick-knacks from a lifetime of being a pack rat. It turned into a very cool space, one which I could retreat to at night after the kids get to sleep.
It's funny, but as I glance around my office now, it doesn't look much like a man cave anymore. The La-Z-Boy is covered with laundry. The floor is littered with piles of Junie B. Jones and Goosebumps books. There are two large cardboard boxes in the corner that my daughter is making into a fort. The shelves are packed with Scooby-Doo and Barbie DVDs.
It hasn't been my space for years. Everyone else in the family, including the cats, quickly discovered my manly domain and started hanging out in it. I guess I made it too cool.
But that's okay. I don't need a cave to hide out in. However, I am still stubbornly clinging to one small corner of my desk hutch where my Yellow Submarine action figures live. I'll call that my "man shelf." Nobody's taking that space away from me.
Do you have a man cave? What's in it?
Ah, who am I kidding. I really just wanted a "man cave." A little corner of the house where I could let my personality fly free and unbridled, which basically means I wanted to pin my old Star Wars and Beatles posters on the wall without somebody saying, "Even if those were framed, I wouldn't want them in my house!"
So, I got my man cave. I filled it up with an oversized desk/hutch combo, a La-Z-Boy recliner, color TV, and shelves filled with all my favorite books, DVDs, CDs, and knick-knacks from a lifetime of being a pack rat. It turned into a very cool space, one which I could retreat to at night after the kids get to sleep.
It's funny, but as I glance around my office now, it doesn't look much like a man cave anymore. The La-Z-Boy is covered with laundry. The floor is littered with piles of Junie B. Jones and Goosebumps books. There are two large cardboard boxes in the corner that my daughter is making into a fort. The shelves are packed with Scooby-Doo and Barbie DVDs.
It hasn't been my space for years. Everyone else in the family, including the cats, quickly discovered my manly domain and started hanging out in it. I guess I made it too cool.
But that's okay. I don't need a cave to hide out in. However, I am still stubbornly clinging to one small corner of my desk hutch where my Yellow Submarine action figures live. I'll call that my "man shelf." Nobody's taking that space away from me.
Do you have a man cave? What's in it?
Permalink posted by Idaho Dad at 12:48 AM
6 Comments:
I want one so bad it hurts!!! There is not a single spot in my entire house that I can't find evidence of small children having been there.
I guess it's not such a bad thing. (But I still want a man cave!)
No I'm a lady but I grave one!
I have an unadorned office that I barely maintain my grip on:
The kids think the chair is for spinning.
They watch Casper via Hulu on my computer monitor.
My wife, who has a desk downstairs, decided she prefers working in my office too.
My wife has now moved her BEADING supplies and tools into my office.
The kids play with coins, paper clips, etc. on the floor behind me.
I am constantly hauling toys out of my office.
Kids art, school mailings take up more space than work does.
Boxes from my wife's hobbies keep coming and going from the office.
Everyone seems to think that if dad is in the office, that's where they must be too.
So yeah, I kind of know how you feel.
I guess mine would have to be my carport, though it's constantly filled with children and adults. It's my refuge in a sense though, where I go to enjoy the hours doing what I love best. The Stickman
What a great idea. I am going to ask my wife's permission to have one.
You are clearly not alone. Before my first, I had a 'rumpus room' (my name for a man cave). After my second, the rumpus room was moved down to our dank unfinished basement (near the cat boxes). Now that we've three - that's going away as well.
Another reason to be in a band...our rehearsal spot is a co-op shared man cave for three dads!
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