One of the most amazing things ever happened this weekend. I got an office with a door. Glory hallelujah! When we bought our house there was a guest house in the backyard. I use this term VERY gingerly. It’s a really nice room but had no heat or AC or bathroom. Our idea was to eventually add a bathroom and use it as a guest room when people came to visit. We bought a window unit had a spare bed out there for a while, then when Sadie moved out of her crib we moved the bed in her room. Then the “Little House” became a playroom for the kids. But really they never used it and basically I got sick of every single member of my family coming and standing by my desk every time I sat down to write. And people touching my stuff. And seeing the mess in my kitchen from my desk. So I kicked my kids out of the Little House and called it mine.
It helps that my husband is like being married to Pa Ingalls, Bear Grylls and MacGyver (minus the mullet).
He built me this entryway bench last week while me and the girls were at the beach and painted it this weekend. I ordered the baskets and cushion. While Zeb was finishing my bench, me and the girls picked about 5 gallons of fresh figs and I made jam like it was my J.O.B.
Ma Ingalls would be so jelly. Oh yeah. I said it.
Before bed one night Sadie had two sticks and was beating them together (that used to be part of my screen door, thanks dog.) Aubrey screamed, “Sadie is trying to make fire in the house!!”
What the WHUT ya’ll? I mean it was annoying but my first thought was not, “DANGER!! FIRE!”
Zeb and I laughed and Emma asked, “How do you make fire by rubbing sticks together?”
Zebulicious has an answer for everything. I’m not being sarcastic. He knows everything. So instead of explaining it to them, he took Aubrey and Emma outside, carved a stick into a point and MADE. FIRE. If there is a Zombie Apocalypse you should get to my house ASAP. I have enough jam to last three years and Zeb can make fire, y’all.
I was already laughing to myself about how my weekend had gone all Frontier Life when Zeb randomly got his shotgun out and started cleaning it on the kitchen table. The girls were in the bed but Emma came wandering through for a glass of water and while I was telling her she was never ever, ever to touch a gun EVER, she said, “I think Daddy is better than Toby Walker.”
I had no idea who that was. But apparently he was a sharp shooter in the Wild West and was one of Annie Oakley’s homies. Zeb had watched Annie Oakley with the girls over the weekend while I was compulsively preserving fruit.
So in case you were worried about us we’re all stocked up for the winter and I haz an office door.
Paige Kellerman says
I’m gonna give you mad props for canning..well…anything. The thought of me attempting to do any such thing is enough to scare me, Husband, the neighbors, and possibly any animals within the vicinity….
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Sanstrousers says
I am soooooo jealous of your little house!
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Kelly says
Love your little house.
Jodi says
So…I can totally go all Kato Kalin and live there when I run away from my family, right? Srsly…You should pimp Zeb out. He could be your cash cow.
Robin says
He’d never even know you were there.
Peyton says
LOVE the little house! And the new blog design makes me so happy every time I visit and you know I’ve got the directions to your house in a safe box in case of emergency.
alaina says
Too cute. I need to learn how to can; I’m always impressed by people who do that.
Robin says
It is SO not hard and very therapeutic for OCDish types like me. Just lots of boiling pots!
AmyR says
I love your little house. That’s awesome! I would make it into a scrapbook cave though because I’m a scrapper
Victoria says
Awesome little house/office!
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HouseTalkN says
Holy awesome! I would claim that for my own and never allow my children to enter! This is a dream work space!