A Room of Our Own
After more than five years in our current home, my wife, Jenny, and I realized we had ceded much of the space to our children and dogs. While we were trying to decide on the right table for the dining room, it morphed into a playroom—and stayed that way. The kitchen remains a perfect spot to be ambushed by hungry kids or stumble over a Magna-Tiles creation, and a spot on the living room couch comes complete with a dog’s head in your lap. “We really could use a room for us,” Jenny said one night after all the creatures were asleep. The only available choice was the guest room, a ten-by-thirteen-foot space that got great light but saw minimal use besides occasional visitors and as a place to store my…