Or rather, where we scramble around at the last minute hoping to come up with something adequate.
We moved into this house three years ago this month. Since then, the Mister and I, two confirmed work-a-holics, have been without an office. Correction: we have a studio in the backyard with a floor and four walls. Here is what it looked like when we first moved in. As you can see from the above picture, I have had a torrid love affair with books my whole life. All those white boxes? Books. Some of them.
About 6 months ago, the Mister put down laminate floor. We had someone else paint the room and do the electrical. We bought the desks right after the floor, paint and electrical thinking we would have the office by the following month. Not so much. We still haven't bought the bookshelves, and you already know I need the shelves.
It's a pile of receipts, supplies, and two empty desks. We have been so busy the last few years that we haven't been able to devote a large chuck of time or money in order to finish the project. The good thing about dealing with the various succubuses I met on Craigslist is that we now have the money to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Who am I kidding? We don't even have lights. Now we can afford to buy them. The time issue we're just going to have to force, because the Mister and I can't stand to walk through this mess one more day on our way to the office.