Years
ago, I got my first laptop table as a solution for having no desk space and
needing someplace to work.
It
was mostly wood but didn’t have adjustable legs so the height was an issue. I
had a pile of pillows behind me for back support but it couldn’t help when I was
leaning forward all the time.
Then
something happened to break the right leg off the thing.
The
next time I found a metal one, with adjustable legs. It took some trial and
error but I finally found the exact right position for the legs to keep it
steady and allow me to sit up while on my computer.
One
of the dogs jumped onto my bed landing squarely on the right leg, breaking it
off.
I
tried two additional metal trays similar to the first.
Guess
what happened and to which legs.
You
got it, something happened to break the right leg off.
I’ve
pretty much given up. Not because they aren’t nice or don’t work but because I
can’t have the bed to myself.
Every
time either someone landed on it or I was constantly trying to push my tray to
the right so its left leg would be on the bed rather than falling over the
edge. There was always something/someone on the right pushing me and my laptop table off the
bed.
Always.
Still
is.
Not
to mention whenever I try to get any paperwork done my husband has fits because
he wants to take a nap and my stuff is in the way. I make every effort to keep
my stuff on my half the bed the problem is he tends to sleep in the middle.
Meaning he gets three-fourths and I’m lucky if he leaves me all of the other
fourth. I had more bed space when we were trying to share a single sized bed.
Now,
with my latest laptop table broken, I am yet again trying to get comfortable
writing when I can’t get my laptop propped high enough to not have to lean
over. I can’t get my pillows in the exact right configuration to support my
back. And my only choices for my legs are folded or stretched on either side of
what I do have supporting my laptop. (On my legs are just too hot.)
Thanks
to the bed space wars, my legs being on either side of it often means my left
leg ends up hanging over the edge. Which, in and of itself, it’s bad, but I’m
short. My leg is literally hanging because I’m not tall enough for my lower leg
to reach the ground. Even stretching my foot all the way I can barely tap my
longest toe on the floor.
Definitely
not comfortable. Sitting cross-legged for very long isn’t either. And
finally, stretching my legs out can only be comfortable for so long.
And
my choices are still lean forward without all that back support or have
difficulty getting the keyboard closer than arm’s length away.
My
only conclusion is I need a desk and chair, both at the perfect height for me.
I
do have a desk, one which was gotten specifically for me. You have one guess
who has long since taken it over. And there isn’t any other spare space in this
currently crowded house to fit another desk/office space.
So
when a friend on Facebook posted about she sheds, all I could think about was
how nice it’d be to have my own space. Someplace with a desk and chair the
perfect size for me. Someplace where I could have all my books and most especially
everything I need from time to time, in easy reach rather than buried, hidden
or outside my reach.
But
most especially someplace where I had a door to lock with a sign saying “Do Not
Disturb”. Preferably one that is sound proof so I can’t hear them beating on it
when they insist they need to talk to me.
Of
course it would mean turning off my phone, or at least ignoring them calling as
much as possible.
But
man, how nice to have a space all my own to decorate as I pleased and to get
away from bedlam for a while.
Yes,
children are planning to move out and I’m currently dreaming of turning at
least one bedroom into my private space since I sincerely doubt I’ll be able to
put in a she shed, but one can dream.
Oh,
and Happy Pioneer Day today. (Ask me if you don’t know what that is.)
Smile.
Make the day a brighter day.
