Saturday, January 10, 2009

This is Your Dance Space and This is My Dance Space

Our house is small, some might say cozy - not crazy small, but it's not much more than 1100 square feet. When we moved into the house we "finished" part of the basement to give our selves a bit more room. But, all in all, it's a fine sized house for two people.

When we finished off the basement we figured it would be a "family room", a bigger gathering space, a spot to watch movies and sports (the big TV is down there). But it turned into Scott's man cave, his place away from me. So I am left with the living room, which is just fine - it has the better lighting, the fire place, the comfy chairs and a way better view.

Generally each evening, after dinner, Scott goes downstairs and watches TV or plays his video games. Sometimes I hate that he goes down there at all (as opposed to spending time with me) and other times he can't get down there fast enough for me. Mostly it works out just fine, we each have our own spaces to retreat to and we're happy.

And then the basement flooded.

For almost two weeks I've been sharing my space. At first it wasn't bad, we watched shows that we both liked and had fun hanging out together. But it didn't take too long for it to get annoying. Not being able to watch the shows I wanted to watch, or listen to music because he was watching TV. Most nights I would feel more stressed before going to bed, because I hadn't had time to unwind the way I'm used to.

I suppose I should be saying "please don't think I don't like being with my husband". But the truth is, that at the end of the day I like to sit and eat dinner with him and talk about our days and then we each go our own way and I curl up in my chair, watch TV and goof around on-line.

So today, in an effort to restore marital bliss, we spent the day getting his man cave back in order. New carpet and new wall, and soon a new tile area (where we had the most water). Tomorrow we'll continue, I'll work on getting all the little stuff back in it's spots and Scott will work on the tile floor. For now the furniture is mostly back in place, the TV is hooked up. So Scott is happily ensconced in his man cave and I am sitting blissfully here in my chair by myself.

Life is getting back to normal.

Current Music: Up On The Roof - The Drifters

6 comments:

May-B said...

Awesome Dirty Dancing reference. I totally agree with needing different spaces. The Guy and I tease we will need two TV's beside each other separated by a glass wall with just a hole so we can hold hands.

Hotch Potchery said...

I have always said that old school royalty knew their stuff...separate bedrooms with "visiting". We do our own things after dinner most nights..we have some mutual shows that we watch together, but I need decompression time. Even on our vacay glad we have a suite, this afternoon I laid on the bed and blogged, he watched football.

rosiertime said...

I really understand that you want to have your own little space - and that how irritating it gets when others don't let you have your time alone.

Single said...

I totally get it! I am the kind of person that needs time alone so I understand how you feel. I'm sorry about the flood:-( but I'm glad things are getting back to normal.

kimmyk said...

bummer about the flood.
i'm with you though-i'm all...

"hey how was your day? really? blah blah blah." time to part and go our seperate ways. "see ya in like an hour or so in bed?"

for a different kind of girl said...

We kind of do the same thing. We have a split-level, so when we've done our thing together, and watched our shows or shared our time, he'll retreat to the kitchen to play games on his computer, and I'm on the couch in the living room below, reading or doing some writing, and while we're not really together, we're still kind of around each other. When he's gone-gone, though, I crank up the music and putz around the place.

 
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