Tuesday, April 03, 2007

The Perils of Working at Home

Back in the day when I worked in an actual office, not a home one, things like this never happened-

It's 6:30 a.m. and the dishwasher, shower and coffee pot are all running. I'm working in my pj's and doing laundry. How productive. There's like one day out of 15 like that.

Screams explode through the air and I dash across the room, away from my work, to find that T.D. has gotten her finger caught in the VCR. VCR? I forgot we even had one.

Kerchunk! Clank! That is the sound of the dog figuring out the baby gate and escaping. Silence follows. This means only one thing. T.D. has escaped in 3.5 seconds in full on stealth mode and is halfway up the stairs.

Today is just one of those days where I feel a constant sense of urgency and it's not from my bladder. I'm running and re-doing and nothing feels like it's getting done. I'm distracted by both my cohorts continously and there is constant whining and crying as I can't possibly do so many things at once. World War III is happening on my deck in the form of a crazy terrier and squirrel. Game on!

1 comment:

  1. I am a freelance writer and I feel your pain--sounds like it only gets more "fun" with time!


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