I get up in the morning with the best of intentions. Today, I am going to finish that article I have been working on, complete the illustrations on our book and answer that gigantic inbox collecting in my Gmail. But, the next time I look at the clock, it’s 2pm and all that has been accomplished is 1/2 load of laundry, a few dishes and I managed to get dressed. I still have cheerios in my hair, I fell asleep in the chair trying to get the baby to take a nap and, the living room looks like a cyclone hit it. Working from home is one of the hardest jobs I have ever had.
Sure, you don’t have to deal with those nasty co-workers anymore. But, as trying as they were, you didn’t have to change their diapers (they must have done that themselves), or constantly either feed them or entertain them. The reality is, if you are at home with the kids, very little work will ever get done. I have learned to haul ass during nap time. I am like the flash. Then, I need a another nap.
Your spouse and friends won’t understand either. No one will even believe you have a real job with yes, actual deadlines! They are under the impression that you should be able to take care of everything and some of their crap too. They don’t realize that every phone call, errand and walk through the kitchen (my office!) is taking away from my work day. You also lose all of that fun banter shared around the water cooler. Now how will I know who’s cheating on their spouse, who’s getting fired and who’s gained 20 pounds. Oh right, there is still Facebook. You don’t get to clock out either, this work day never ends. So, I better get back to it…
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