When our third child was a toddler, it became evident that he needed his own room. His brother, the early bird, was significantly cutting into the kid’s sleep, and a sleep-deprived toddler is not the most amusing person to have around. The result was that he got my lovely little office. I moved to the basement.
My basement office is OK in the summer as basements go. It is more garden-level than underground so I have a nice-sized window that I can open to let in the light and the summer breezes. But winter is something else. By mid-December, this place is cold. And it stays that way until about mid-May.
I have an industrial-sized space heater that takes off the chill some. Of course, the lights in the neighborhood also dim a little when I switch it on. I see a noticeable bump in our electric bill when I’m using it, too. I have even, in my head, calculated the additional number of billable hours I need to work over the course of the winter to pay for the heat this little beauty puts out.
But, hey, I don’t mind. I’m all about sacrificing for my kids. All. day. long.
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