Here’s the issue with my dining room… and I know it is crazy to complain that a room is too big. –But, it is way too big. It is 13 feet wide and 18 feet long. And we only eat in there a couple times a month at the most.
So, what I dream about doing in this extra space is getting a tiny love seat and some comfy chairs, adding a TV and making this a little family room area. Right now, we only have our formal living room to… live in, and I would be thrilled if we could keep the laundry and kids toys and family crap out of it.
At some point I want to knock the wall down between the kitchen and the dining room, add an island, and have this become a great room. Wouldn’t that be lovely?
I think so. I lie awake at night imagining it. There I am in my apron and pearls, chopping veggies on my island while Lizzy does homework at the table, and The Boy plays the Wii. Mr. Darcy comes home and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Kitty says, “Welcome home, Father. I didn’t do anything naughty today like grab the kittens by their throats and then chuck them across the room, or yell ‘MOMMY’S BOOBIES!’ loudly in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. Or slam doors over and over and over until Mommy started to cry. Or color all over the walls with a marker and then laugh when Mommy found me. Or drag the toilet plunger around the house and leave it on unfortunate surfaces like the kitchen table.”
Won’t that be divine? I must have it.