Tom McCutchin has to make a quick run to the john and peeks into the kitchen to see if his wife has returned from the store. She isn’t there, not in the laundry room either or the … well, some place that a wife should be.
He returns to his man cave (a closed-in carport) and sounds off to his buddies. “Susan has been acting weird lately … keeps running to the store, comes back hidin’ stuff.”
A floodgate opens as everyone begins complaining at once: “Yeah,” Tom White declares; my wife has been sneaking off lately too.”
“Melody sticks me with the kids at least once a week,” wails Jim Duggard. “She comes back with bags of stuff, doesn’t say a word.”
“There’s a new chair in the corner of our bedroom,” cries Sam Whitman, “bunch of books stacked on the seat.”
The men don’t realize there is a new wave sweeping across America—it’s called a “Mom Cave.” I call it a Woman Cave ‘cause not all women are moms.
If you’re desperate for a place to escape, create your own Woman Cave. If you’re fortunate like me you can use the formal living room; or the guest bedroom; or—the one room in the house that isn’t used much—your bedroom.
Think about it, all you do is sleep there. If the room is small place a comfortable chair in the corner, add some colorful throw pillows and an accent rug, stack your favorite books next to the chair and … voila.
I have a closet that looks like a grocery store. If I traded the canned goods for files and books, added a snazzy lamp and a small seat it would look like an office.
Ladies, don’t let men have all the fun. Take over a spot in the house and claim it for your own—a haven that belongs to you alone, where you can read, relax, text, talk or visit with friends.
The day of the Woman Cave is here … hoorah.
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