“I’ll be right there,” I call toward the front door as I mop up the spilled milk from my 2-year-old’s cereal bowl, while holding my 3-month-old baby.
I realize I’m still wearing my pajamas so I hastily throw on a tee and some yoga pants, pull back my hair in a ponytail, and head for the front door.
“It’s a package!” My 2-year-old exclaims. I open the door, “Sorry for the wait”, I say to the UPS driver, who recognizes me. He comes to our house almost every day. I probably should know his name by now. I sign in the little box and he says, “Have a nice day.”
My cell phone starts ringing. I let the voicemail get it because my 2-year-old says, “I need to go potty.” “Okay, I’ll meet you in there,” I say to her, stopping to pick up toys and start a load of laundry before helping her. While she washes her hands, I write down things on my to-do list and talk with her about things that 2-year-olds like to talk about it – animals and arts & crafts and birthday parties.
The doorbell rings again. It’s my mother-in-law. She comes over three times a week to play with my 2-year-old while I work. She is an AMAZING woman (pictured, right) – kind, energetic, fun, full of life and love. It’s the perfect arrangement actually. My daughter adores her grandma and they spend their days taking walks and picking flowers and “doing the alphabet.”
While they settle in to do crafts in the office, I check my e-mail while nursing the baby. 340 new messages. I start sorting e-mails – PR contacts, blogging buddies, contest winners, school district personnel, etc. My baby falls asleep and I work quickly. E-mails. Write blog post. Edit letter for the superintendent. Write press release for the district. Work out final details for upcoming Themed Weekend. Send rates to new advertiser. Jot down business ideas.
The baby stirs. I pick her up and join my 2-year-old and “Ma” in the office. My daughter hands me a picture of colorful scribbles that she made for me. Somehow it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day. We laugh and talk and decide to eat popsicles in the backyard.
Then, back to work for a few more hours – with breaks for lunch and nursing and kissing ouchies and changing diapers and switching the laundry from washer to dryer and smiling at my baby.
We say good-bye to grandma and play the rest of the day away, the girls and I. Then, it’s dinner and family walk and bath and bed and husband time…and back to work until the wee hours of the morning.
Just another day in paradise.
Being a work-at-home mom can be a little crazy. Actually, I take that back. It’s crazy all of the time. But I like it that way. I like the thrill of being creative, the surprises that greet me in my inbox each morning, the amazing relationships I make with people around the world, the potential to use my talents to change the world for the better. I love my little corner of chaos. I really do.
This weekend is all about working from home. There will be articles, tips, product reviews, and giveaways…all designed to help you work more efficiently out of your home. Whether your have your own business or you contract with a big company or you are looking for ideas on how to make $$$ at home, this series is for you.
YOUR TURN: Do you work-at-home…or would you like to? Why or why not?