Seven years ago, we became owners of a desk.
My friend Rebecca gave it to us since her youngest daughter wasn’t using it anymore.
Look at how pristine it came to me?
I don’t have children like that. I wish I did but I don’t.
So in 2012, I decided that I was going to paint it for my oldest daughter who was then 12 years old.
Cute enough, really. And she did love it. But my children ruined it.
I say that lovingly.
A few years later, Anna decided she was finished with the desk and I decided that I was going to give the desk to Ella.
So in 2014, I painted it for Ella’s room.
I hated it right after I painted it but I
was am cheap and in a hurry.
I waited for Ella’s reaction, which was glee. She was six years old, wanted a desk of her own like her big sis, and I am sure could envision all the damage she would be incurring on this desk.
One year later, this was what the desk looked like:
Elementary school graffiti all over the top, knobs that were jumping ship, paint chipping left and right. The desk was a pile of hot steaming mess.
So did I take the desk out of the culprit’s room?
I re-painted it and put the damn desk BACK INTO the offender’s room.
A little over a year later, this is what the top of that desk looked like:
I know what you are thinking and yes, I feed my daughter.
She didn’t eat her desk to be clear. It just looks like she did.
I should state that my mother in law (who hates me) gave my then eight-year-old daughter with ADHD a massive Costco-size case of clay, molds and plastic knives for Christmas.
So she wasn’t eating the desk or purposely ruining the desk. She was creating a clay
bomb butterfly in her room and this is what happens to paint when you do that.
I think you are seeing why I had to wear an event monitor over Christmas break now.
It was as I was staring at the wreckage after the kids went back to school that I had a brainstorm.
I don’t have a desk. I need a desk because I actually write, compute, and need a place to do that on a daily basis.
I was using the kitchen table and having to move my computer every night for dinner. Some nights we actually ate on top of the computer if I was tired or lazy.
So I had Mike help me drag the desk out to the garage.
I painted it all off-white; Heirloom White by Rustoleum.
It is perfectly nestled in my most favorite room of the house.
I am writing this post at my new desk and I love it. It is the perfect height, the chair is just right for my back and I have churned out two articles and two posts in one day. I’d say that the desk is happy to finally have a loving owner.
With a past.