I settle into my burgundy leather office chair and pull myself up to my desk. I love this desk. It’s solid cherry with an attached hutch, which it gives it that study-carrel-at-the-library feel. (I like that feeling, cause I’m a nerd.) We even moved my desk recently so it would be at a ninety degree angle to the bookshelf, and give me just a little bit more of that secluded feeling when I’m working. My laptop is open, my journal and ball point pen at the ready for any side notes I need to take, and my betta in his desktop fish tank has been fed. I am ready to start writing.
Suddenly the MIDI version of the Scooby Doo theme song on loop starts playing in my left ear, rather loudly. My comfy chair becomes slightly less comfy as my six-year-old decides to make it into a loveseat. I remember why the no-sound-on-video-games-being-played-outside-your-bedroom rule was established. I’m on a roll though, feeling creative and productive, and enjoying her company as she slowly puts my leg to sleep, so I let it go.
It doesn’t always work out this well. There are other days when the kids seem to forget that I work at home, and think I’m simply at home. On those days, I have someone at my shoulder every five minutes asking for a peanut butter sandwich, or complaining about a sibling. It can make it pretty darn hard (or impossible) to get anything done.
I started working from home so I could be with my kids more often. Sometimes I find that I am with them too often.
But today I came back to my desk after a short break and dove back into editing the current chapter of my upcoming book. Right in the middle of a sentence I find that someone has typed “i love mom.”
Yep. It’s worth it.