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Mommyland!

When we bought our house 2 years ago, my husband had visions of turning the finished half of our basement into a home theater, complete with projector screen tv, fridge, and 4-6 easy chairs, on lifts of course!
The basement quickly turned into the "playland".  After finding a sectioned baby gate to block both the stairs and the "unfinished" part of the basement, and a super comfy couch, I loved the playland.  JP could play and not hurt himself on anything and I could take a nap before work.  Best of everything, I thought.
Now that I'm staying home with the kiddos, I had an idea to split the basement in half with the baby gate, offering a small portion of a room for all my stuff.  A computer, my sewing machine, a table for jewelry making and maybe scrapbooking, and in a perfect world, a comfy chair for knitting.  The kids can see me, they can play, I can relax a little while laundry is working, everyone is happy!
In trying to create "Mommyland" several months ago, I found that the width of the basement is actually 13', a whole foot wider than the expandable baby gate. GRRR. My husband told me that he could bridge the gap, and all would be well.
He's kind of a busy guy.
That and I am funny about demanding he do stuff around the house that isn't immediately necessary after he gets home from working 12 hour days and I've been home with the kids. I know staying home with small children is a job too (believe me I know) but it's different.  I refuse to be THAT naggy wife that says things like "I wish you would help more" and "You don't know how hard it is".
All of that to say that it finally happened!  He built an 18" wall extension and  I have my space!  I have a friend from church who has a chair that will work perfect for a "curl up and knit" chair.
All I need is a long table...


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