The Room Where I Write

Below is my first writing assignment for the course. The instructor asked us to look around the room where we're in and describe it with details and using the four senses. Please don't forget to give your comment.
The granite table top the contractor had just finished installing last night is now crowded with lots of things on it. My laptop computer sits in the center taking place of almost the entire surface of the table. The table is not that big, just enough for me to lay down a cordless telephone in one corner, a stack of notebooks, a cup of tea (I don’t drink coffee any more), and a filing system for all my daily mails. A wire frame magazine rack is nailed against the back wall to hold magazines but there is hardly any magazine in it. It’s more for holding bulky catalogs and fancy flyers from random advertisers. A vase my daughter made as a project from her art class is now filled with assorted pens and pencils. It has a heart shape object affixed to the outside rim with the word Mom penned in by a black Sharpie ink.
At this time my kids are still sleeping soundly in their bedrooms upstairs. The refrigerator is humming in the corner next to the pantry. I hear an occasional clicking noise coming from the refrigerator. I must have the temperature setting too high. I should give it a tweaking on the dial to bring it down a little. The date on the white board on the wall hasn’t been updated since last November. The kids have been using it to pen in their scores on good behaviors daily. I’ve been slacking off on my part to keep the board up to date. I could hear them teaming up with their mom drilling me down with their cynical criticism on my big flaw now.