Madison’s take on things
We’re trying to rearrange my work space.
I work in an actual cubicle. It’s a metal and leaded glass affair more at home on the set of Mad Men than in our basement but it came with the house. There are three panels behind me and a panel to the right. My desk is in the corner made by one outside cinderblock wall and one inside cinderblock wall that separates the kid-friendly side of the basement from the less kid-friendly side of the basement. It gives me a small rectangle with an opening at one of the shorter ends about half the size of that end.
My cubicle is about the size of the one Brett used to work in. It holds my desk (corner desk), a filing cabinet, a bookshelf and two office chairs. It gets crowded. Right now the floor has a space heater (the cement floor gets COLD), a giant shredder, my trashcan, a box of already-reviewed books, a box of yet-to-review books, a small table with a second printer (because Brett hooked a second one for reasons known only to him) and an industrial-sized box of envelopes. Oh and the bass to my speakers.
It’s not an environment that is always conducive to work. Besides the clutter, the lighting sucks. But work I do because the work needs to get done whether my space invites it or not.
I work while the kids either watch television (used sparingly unless I’m on tight deadline and then we gorge) or play — the little one generally needs to be and wants to be on the same floor I’m on. The environment outside my office is usually trashed. Right outside my cubicle is one of those spongy streetmap rugs (the kind that come in giant puzzle pieces) where Madison plays with her cars and Little People houses. (These are the old Fisher-Price houses with the newer 1•2•3 Playmobil people. It’s a combination that works.) I usually step on at least one car when leaving my work area. Next to that rug is my elliptical trainer. Ahead of that is a very nice preschool-sized table (we bought it from a church sale and it’s sturdy as all get out. It was also five bucks). This is where Madison does her art. Needless to say, that’s an ongoing mess because she has several ongoing projects.
Ahead of THAT (we have a big basement — this is just the kids’ half) is a rug and a sort of a living room. Couch, television, shelves with more toys, shelves with lots of books. (My grown-up books are in a shelf next to the old elliptical trainer, which is right behind the new elliptical trainer. This puts the old elliptical trainer behind my cubicle.)
Ok. So. There are lots of things for the kids to do down here while I work — that’s the point, really. And Madison tends to do a lot and she tends to make a mess and on the last clean-up I realized she was doing things that perhaps I don’t want her to do. Like getting the playdough out and using it to make art even though playdough is expressly forbidden in the basement. And using glue to put together toys dismantled for the purpose of putting them together with glue. And unsorting all the carefully sorted toys to use them in new, interesting, against-the-instruction ways. (sigh)
This is hard for me, folks. I’ve told you before how Madison plays and that we want to encourage her creavity although without going insane if at all possible. If I had more time to clean and less work on my desk, it’d be a little easier but as it is, I can’t keep up with her messes. At this age, Noah was way ahead on putting toys away and sorting them out into the right place but my girly has the attention span of a fruitfly and helping her clean takes close supervision and constant redirection. If I’m in my cubicle, I can’t see her to redirect her.
We originally set up my office this way because 1) the cubicle walls are HEAVY and they were already here; 2) we wanted to give me some privacy to work. But I need to come out of my little hidey-hole now while still keeping things a little bit segregated just to discourage playdates and such from invading the office (and to remind the kids who live here not to touch Mommy’s piles of to-do notes).
Brett and I were down here tonight with Madison cleaning up and rediscovering more of her inventions (like most of her wooden alphabet stamps pressed into service as art, many glued to card stock and many others decorated with crayons). I was sighing and groaning and falling down aghast at the artistic destruction and Brett was equally dismayed. Madison was cheerful even when confronted with Duplos rendered unusable by having weird stuff shoved into the holes, happily tossing them into the trash.
Brett said, “Maybe we can pull the cubicle out just to widen your vantage point.” And we agreed on this and agreed to take action after he picks Noah up from Hebrew. Madison said, “Mommy, you could put your desk here, too.”
“I could,” I said. “Do you know why I want to move my desk out?”
“Why?”
“To keep an eye on you. And do you know why that might be?” (Mind you, we’ve just had several discussions about her messes and some of her less appropriate inventions.) “Do you know why I need to keep an eye on you?”
She answered, in all seriousness, “Because I have such a pretty face!”
And she does, too. That’s what saves her sometimes.
oh, my goodness, I would just melt.
Tee hee hee, things stuffed in duplo holes!
But you know, of course, that her ways of playing and exploring the world are…what’s the word…typical, in a way that Noah was maybe not so much. Right?
I mention this because I was a tactile, energetic, Skipper-in-the-Easy-Bake kind of kid. My sister was a quiet, helpful, put-away-her-toys kind of kid. Same genetic legacy, different expressions of it. Both normal for ourselves, but very different from one another. My mom suffered because everything she thought she knew from my sister she had to un-learn on me.
My kid is my sister. She would no more stuff frosting (which was hard-gained from a climb to the top of the fridge) in the holes in Legos to suck it out, than fly to the moon. My sister’s kid is me, though. My sister just began working at home, which I’ve been doing since before I had a child, and she calls me several times a week in tears. Full day kindergarten is now her lifeline to sanity.
You’re doing wonderfully! Keep up the good work! Stay flexible and imaginative!
Love that Madison, girl.
I think Madison’s right. You might think it’s to keep on eye on her playing, but I think, subconsciously, it’s just because she’s so much fun to look at.
I don’t know if my child is an energetic as Madison, but they sound similar. When you used to talk about “benign neglect” I used to think that *sounded* good, but my kid just didn’t do it. First, she wanted me there, and second, she does things I don’t want her to if she’s not kept under my eyes!
We’re finally getting a break because she’s developed a love of reading. She’s seven, and she still takes her toys apart to make complicated “robots,” but she also sits and reads quietly sometimes. Thank goodness!