Ever had one of “those” days? Not since my kids were really little (and I would have to hide in a closet so I could conduct conference calls in peace) have I felt so disheveled. (When I’d feel so overwhelmed, walking to the mailbox was considered an accomplishment.)
Pardon my venting, but I’ve got to get this out:
My son is home sick today. My husband works from home. And we’re having work done on the house.
It’s like a hat trick of frustration for any sane work-from-home mom.
It’s all good. I know. Don’t get me wrong. I’m thankful that I get to do fractions with my son and drag out some of my dusty sixth grade brain cells. I’m grateful that I get to spend time with my sweet kid. I’m grateful that we’re finally getting the ceiling fixed in our kitchen and on the second floor too. The workers are really nice and so talkative, they make me look shy. I’m also grateful that my husband works from home. (OK, most days. Like when I have meetings and I get a little break. Sorry, honey. You know I love you. Just need a little space.)
I mean, really? I can’t get anything done today and we’re trapped inside my tiny home office. Without an ounce of motivation. To top it off, my dog is trapped inside with us (or else he would lick the workers to death). I have a feeling he consumed some yard hors d’oeuvres earlier because his breath smells like a city zoo.
Why on a day when my to-do list is overflowing? Sorry, but I’m having one of those days. A day where every time I try to focus and be productive, someone calls for me. Knocks on the door. Walks into the one room we’re trapped in. Asks for something. There’s banging. Sanding. Talking. More talking. More banging. I think I feel a twitch coming on.
I’ll stop now. I know life is good. I just needed to get this out. I’m feeling better already – thanks!