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How many tables do you really need?

Today, I lost it. Possibly in more ways that one, but I will only admit to one. Every spring we have ants that find their way into our dining room. I will not admit that the fact that my children can't keep food on the table, or that they love to step on it once it hits the ground, has nothing to do with the ants interest in my house. (Only because that is probably the main reason, no matter how many times I sweep after every meal. Carpet just holds that much more for some reason.)

After serving dinner today I bend down to pick up a piece of food I find as I am walking to the table. I then notice that it wasn't a brown piece of food, but a piece of food covered in ants. I scream, and at the same time let go of the food which sends it flying onto the tile floor in the kitchen. Quickly I scramble, grabbing a paper towel to end the life of 10 little ants that just wanted a bit of food. I huff as I grab the cleaner and instead of eating, start scrubbing down the table, for the 20th time today. See, every time I see an ant, I go clean crazy. I sweep, sanitize, sweep again, then sanitize again. Thinking that will end my ant visits this time.

I settle in to eat, then, what happens next is what makes me loose it. I see an ant strolling across the table whistling a quiet tune looking for a crumb, just a small bit of food.

I begin moving the table (it is in two sections so I can do this without disturbing my children while they eat.) then the chairs. I sweep, then scrub that section of the table along with the chairs not occupied. After the kids finish eating I do the same to the other part of the table and the rest of the chairs.

Then I start moving furniture. I decide to move the kitchen table to the other side of the kitchen so that it is over tile instead of carpet. As I start moving things I realize how many tables and desks, I actually have. What am I going to do with all these, I have no room for them and what exactly is their purpose?

The Kitchen Table: it's purpose is family time and a place to eat. I can deal with that, it stays. Here it is in the new location with Kadence enjoying some Girl Scout thin mints.


The Door Table: This table came about when I found the base for only $5.00. Who could pass that up? Didn't know what I was going to do with it until I got home and saw an extra door just hanging out in our garage. So a table was born. It will eventually be my new desk with a glass top so it can't go anywhere. Right now its purpose is just to hold things and look really, really cool.


The Side Table: It's purpose? to be an heirloom. I got it from my Grandma Spiegel when she moved and it is a beautiful table. It isn't going anywhere until I am a Grandma and my grandchildren take it into their home.


The First Kitchen Table: This was our first table. My mom found it at a flea market, and my dad stripped it and got it ready for Rick and I when we moved in together. It was a tiny table, but was a great table. Suffered some minor injuries when a drunk friend decided to sit on it, but other than that, was a good table. I don't know if I can get rid of it, but right now it just is a place to put pictures.


Onto some desks:
My Childhood Desk: I had this as a kid and eventually will move it into Kadence's room. Right now it is just a show piece. Something I just can't get rid of.


The Roll Top Desk: Another piece from my grandparents. I remember it as a kid and I love that it is in my house now. Won't be going anywhere.


There is also a table down in the basement we inherited when we moved into the house that I insisted we keep. Now I am insisting we get it out and burn it. Then of course we have a kids table upstairs that has many purposes. I have to keep it away from the window or Jakob throws his toys out it though. Our office desks that take up one whole room obviously have a purpose. My art table has sort of a purpose, when it is clean...

I would say I have a ratio of 1 piece of furniture you sit on to about 5 tables or desks. That is crazy!! That is it, I need a bigger house...HONEY! We need to add on...

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