Are you kidding me? The first time I heard this term was about 2 weeks ago. Mom caves are the new thing. Funny thing is, the whole house is a mom cave. Man caves seem to be slowly disappearing and come to think of it, mine is gone as well. Now when I say the whole house is a mom cave, I mean more often than not, a mom designs and decorates the house. She picks out paint colors and furniture and dad nods his head in approval. How many guys have a floral print or some kind of paisley bed comforter? This guy does and why? Because, I want my wife to be happy. If a man decorated a house, it would be dark and cold…..kind of like a MAN CAVE. It’s one room where we want to put all of our hunting stuff and NASCAR items on display. Usually the basement works perfectly for this. I have been told the garage and shed are mine. Great, an un-heated, un-air conditioned place where I store gas and fertilizers. I’m sure I’d smell great sitting down for dinner. When my basement was taken over by my son’s ridiculous amount of toys, I moved all my items into a 10’x10’ bedroom. Cozy. Well #2 came along and all of a sudden my items ended up in our crawl space. Man cave gone.
Well, now there is a mom cave. How did that happen? I must have been sleeping. The den has been taken over by a scrapbook table and crafting items. There’s a nice couch to cozy up on and read a book as well. I guess I never thought about it, but mom deserves a place as well.
Recently my wife and two sons tried to clear a place in the basement by moving the treadmill and shoveling the toys out of the way. They cleared a nice 5’x8’ spot for me. But, It’s just not the same trying to watch a race with a Tickle me Elmo staring at you. I truly appreciate their efforts but it looks like it will be years before I can claim a cave again. Until then I will proudly claim the garage and shed and all the aromas that come with them.
Just remember, if you are out to dinner and sit next to a guy that smells like gas, be sure to say hello, it’s probably me.