I live in an older house with small-ish rooms in a crowded suburb of Boston, so space is always at a premium. Sharing the home with my husband and two kids, I realized that everyone has their own space... except for me! My husband has an office. My kids prefer to share a bedroom, but I gave them an entire room for their playroom (and the toys still trickle into the shared space of the family room.) My desk is in a corner of the family room; I do my craft projects on the family room floor.
But we do have one little room, previously the nursery, then the upstairs playroom, that I'm taking back for myself. The kids have a whole room downstairs--and who wants toys scattered on EVERY level?
It is a funny shape, about a 7 foot square with a 3' x 4.5' lump on one side making it kind of L-shaped. DH and I emptied it out yesterday. I covered the wood floor with some brightly colored foam floor tiles we'd used as a floor-softening play mat when the kids were little. I've got one wide wooden shelf with a small tv on top; resistance bands, yoga mat and a few videos on the upper shelf; and my dumbbells on the lower shelf. DH donated his old laptop so I can view SparkPeople exercise demos and DVDs up there.
There is just enough room for me to follow a video without knocking into the walls. (Phew!) I have banned ALL SMALL TOYS from the room, so I won't be constantly stepping on a Lego brick and hurting myself when I do a tape. (Parents will totally get this.)
I'm excited because it is nice to have a space to work out at home. I think I'm even more excited because I am claiming a corner of the house for myself. Everyone seems to think that "everything in the house is Mom's space", but, just because I'm responsible for cleaning it, that doesn't make it a room of my own!