DIRTY SOCKS AND SECRET ROOMS
Are You There God? It’s Me Woman Cave
There’s no such thing as a woman cave, said my son
In the Beginning, there was Townhouse. And Family spake, “Let there be a Family Room” and Family was Happy. But Woman was always picking up Dirty Socks and Empty Gatorade Bottles which proved Burdensome for Woman.
When I told my mom I made a woman cave, she said, “Good. Women give up the whole house when they have a family. At the very least, she should get a cave.”
When I told my son I made a woman cave, he said “Mom. There’s no such thing as a woman cave.”
When I told my husband I made a woman cave, he snickered. And he’s one of the good ones.
But I’m starting at the end of the story. In the “comments section.”
Let me go back to the beginning of how my woman cave came to be.
The first floor of our suburban townhouse is one big room and has survived many transformations. It’s been a mudroom, a guest bedroom, a junk room, a workout room, a shoe room, a coat room, a dog room, a package room.
