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If you’ve seen any of my Facebook lives on the NYAN Facebook page then you’ve seen my office.

It’s a tiny little space not much bigger than Harry Potter’s bedroom under the staircase.

But it’s cute and it’s all my own. I’ll take what I can get.

It’s where I sit when I write blog posts and when I go live in Facebook. That’s Number 7 reading a little picture book on my computer.

See that chair she’s in?

I got it at the Elephant’s Trunk (if you’ve ever watched that show Flea Market Flip with Lara Spencer on HGTV, you’ve probably seen it).

Also that little tidbit has nothing to do with this story really except the chair was a flea market purchase.

Anyway, I got the chair for my husband because I thought he’d appreciate the character and old school feel of it.

I think he initially liked the chair. I thought he did at least.

But he never ended up using it, and it eventually became my little office chair.

I loved the look of it, but the wheels on it are like the wheels on the Flintstone-mobile.

They’re like trying to roll around on little balls of hardened lava.

Or like the train on the Island of the Misfit Toys that had the square caboose wheels.

It’s really hard to move around, and I’m in that chair a lot. And out of that chair a lot.

I’m in and out and in and out and in and out of that chair all day long and while I appreciate the full body work out I get every time I have to move that fucker, it’s kind of annoying.

And it’s also not all that comfortable to sit in for extended periods of time.

it also makes a ton of noise — it’s creaky and squeaky when I do manage to move it.

In my Empowerment Academy membership I do four FB lives a week, plus a Zoom meeting on Sundays.

And I’m always trying to heave that chair around.

A couple days ago one of my members who lives in town stopped by and flung an envelope through my front door like a frisbee as I opened the door yelling I DON’T HAVE A MASK ON!!!

The group had given me a very nice gift inside a card with a heartfelt message.

The last part of the message said there’s something else coming later this week.

I totally forgot about this.

And today I was doing a FB live coaching session for the group from my car because sometimes there’s stuff I wanna talk about that I don’t want my kids to hear or I just don’t want to be interrupted, and as I was sitting in the back seat of my car (because it’s harder to find me if I’m in the back) a UPS guy pulled into the driveway in a little white sedan — there must be a serious shortage of vehicles out there now — and he got a big box out of his car, walked right past my car (where he couldn’t see me in the backseat) and put the box in front of the garage.

After I was done with the FB live and got out of the car, I checked to see whose name was on the box and it was mine and the box had a big sticker on it that said “DON’T OPEN WITH BLADES” and I was like

DID SOMEONE SEND ME A MASSIVE BALLOON IN A BOX???

But I really had to pee, so I ran inside, and then I got a text from my virtual assistant (and lifesaver) asking “are we still talking at 1:30?”

SHIT!

I totally forgot about our call.

And then I had to do a couple time-sensitive things. And then I had to get Number 3 to swim practice.

And all afternoon Number 7 was like

MOM WHAT’S IN THAT BOX CAN WE GET THE BOX MOM WHAT’S IN THAT BOX CAN WE GET THE BOX MOM WHAT’S IN THAT BOX CAN WE GET THE BOX MOM WHAT’S IN THAT BOX CAN WE GET THE BOX MOM WHAT’S IN THAT BOX CAN WE GET THE BOX MOM WHAT’S IN THAT BOX ?????

So I finally got the fucking box (and it was heavy so it definitely wasn’t a massive balloon) and I opened the box, and it was…

A NEW CHAIR.

And it was that thing that was coming later in the week from my Empowerment Academy Badass Ladies!!!!!!

They got me a gorgeous new chair!!!!!

Oh my gosh Number 6 and Number 7 were more excited than I was I think.

We took everything out of the box and there was some assembly required, but it was also 4:00 and tonight is not my parenting night with the kids so I was kind of rushing to get my stuff together to get out of the house, and I told them we could do it when I got back tomorrow.

But they were not accepting that answer and they were like:

CAN WE DO IT???

At first I was like ummmm… NO. They’re gonna fuck up my awesome new chair.

But they would not let up and then Number 6 said, “Mommy please let us do this! I want to do this for you for Christmas.”

UGH.

How could I say no to that?

Plus it’s this kind of proactivity and initiative that’s a big indicator of success in people.

So I let them do it through clenched teeth while holding my breath.

At first they had a very close call with an I’m-gonna-beat-the-shit-out-of you situation.

But they got it together and after that they were a great team.

They assembled my chair 100% on their own.

(Excuse the pictures in advance – the lighting was terrible).

They used the Allen wrench and four screws to attach a plate to the bottom of the chair.

Then they put the seat on the base.

And is was good to go!

I sat down in it for a picture.

Our house was built in the 1700’s and the floors are super uneven and right after that picture was taken I literally rolled across the room into a dresser.

The kids got a good laugh out of that but what I noticed was that those wheels are fucking smmoooooth. It was like I was on ice.

I LOVE MY NEW CHAIR.

We put it in my office.

There’s just enough room for it.

It’s super fancy and super pretty and something I would NEVER buy for myself.

I also think it’s one of those “your environment matters” kind of things.

I feel different sitting in that chair.

I feel like… a professional.

One day I’ll have a new office for that chair with a little bit more space.

And when I do, I’m gonna design the whole thing around it.

Because this little office is where things really got started for me.

But the chair?

My first legit, grown up chair?

Well, that gorgeous chair is just a little foreshadowing of where it is I’m going, and all the good things to come.