On Tuesday, the Amish arrived to start our shed (or should I say small barn.  We’ve struggled with storage for years in our garage…lawn stuff, pool stuff, the boy’s stuff.  Clearly, we were due for more room.

And thus began our quest for a shed.  Now mind you, a small shed would not do.  So, like a typical man, the hubby argued for bigger and better. And I was sold on less crap in the house so relented.

As the Amish quickly put the 2nd floor up, it dawned on me…this thing is gigantic.  There will be no hiding it behind the tree and rose bushes.  As I fretted over its sheer size, it came to me. With a little electricity and heat this could become a quiet sanctuary for mommy.  Yes indeed