We have all heard of Man Caves, maybe your guy will be holed up in his to watch the Sweet 16 this week. Those rooms, attics, basements with flat-screen TVs, mini fridges stocked with beer, and, yes, recliners with a pocket thingamajig over the arm rest that holds the TV Guide, the remote control, and lots of potato chip crumbs.
Ah, the Man Cave, the retreat where your guy heads to when he needs a break. Anyone else scratching their heads, wondering where's our place to relax? Really, if anyone deserves to have a space to chill out, escape from it all, we moms do.
Now, come closer. Don't tell anyone but I've heard rumors, whisperings, legends. Tales of women having Mom Caves. Rooms filled with flowers and lavender pillows. With books and cozy blankets and, gasp, quiet.
Could it be true? Could there be a thing called a Mom Cave?
I do not have a Mom Cave. I do not even have a door on my bedroom (yes, folks, it's called tiny NYC apartment living). But I dream of this thing called the Mom Cave. The beauty of the Mom Cave: it is whatever you want it to be, whatever makes you relax. No toys, no juice stains, no whining. For some, a wicker rocking chair, scented candles, and photos would fill the room. Others say a desk and lamp were necessary, where they could get work (other than housework) done.
What would be in my Mom Cave? Bookcases with books on my Must-Read list, a flat-screen TV with DVR hook-up, a speaker for my iPod to play jazz, some sort of comfy place to sit, write, relax (and yes, nap). Oh, and I'd have a mini fridge, too, stocked with water and wine and chocolate pudding -- everything you consume in your Mom Cave is calorie-free, right?
Sigh. I'm drooling just thinking about my Mom Cave. But (isn't there always a but), I don't want to call it a Mom Cave. They aren't called Daddy Dens, they are Man Caves. I would say it should be a Lady Lounge, but that sounds like an oversized bathroom in a hotel lobby. I'm thinking She Suite, maybe Lass Retreat? How about Gal Grotto?
No matter what we call it, I want one.
What would you put in your Mom Cave?
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I'd definitely have water, wine, and chocolate pudding in my mini fridge. I'm lucky enough to have a Mom Cave but I call it a craft room and the problem is, I'm always accompanied in there by a crew of helpers, rearranging my spools, scissors, etc, lubricating my pins with drool, etc. My hubby claimed a Man Cave when we bought the house. In theory the kids were never going to be in the bottom (basement-ish) floor of the house, as it's only the craft room, man cave and a bathroom, but it turns out the main floor (with playroom and kitchen) are COLD most of the year, so I let the kids play in the man cave all the time. So much for a clean, peaceful basement.
My woman cave would have tons of books and a giant oversized chair and then lots of pillows, along with a window seat, again piled with pillows and there would be hidden speakers that would have soothing music come out of them and then there would also be a place to play video games because I happen to really like playing them and they relax me. Also, another great thing along with my fully stocked bar, would be a full sized pinball machine. Yeah. That is a woman cave. A bit of everything. Also just thinking about it, this room will have to be ginormous. lol
My laptop and kindle, a big comfy chair, blankets and pillows, a good coffee maker, chocolate, some candles and a nice background sound (windchimes, falling water...)