Working from home has its ups and downs. For instance, I can sell a house over the phone with a towel wrapped around my head. That is good. No expense out for the wardrobe…hey, towels area staging items and potentially a tax write-off…right?
I can be home for the other kids when they get home from school, taxi them back and forth around my appointments, and save on the overhead costs of renting an office space.
The downside? Having to tend to details with a toddler in the back ground, for one. When you work from home and don’t take the young ones to daycare/pre-school, don’t think for one moment that you are in charge. The CEO here is three feet tall and has even bigger demands, like “I wanna’ watch Back Yardigans!” and “Where’s my apple juice?” and “Oooh Mommy! I have to go potty! Help!”
And lately, Mimi has earned herself the loving nickname, “Screaming Mimi.” When she gets excited, she likes to yodel at the top of her lungs. This wouldn’t be so bad except her siren screams absolutely pierce my tender eardrums like a spear. I love that she is joyful and expresses herself so well, I just wish it could be a little more muffled. Especially when I am selling a house over the phone with my head wrapped in a towel turban. 
But, since she’s been feeling a little under the weather, she is especially needy and clingy and wanting a little more attention than usual. She can’t stand to be in the room by herself.
My schedule for today’s workload was a mixture of house chores and client follow up. I’d clean my kitchen and sort the laundry, tidy the living room and then sit down to make my client calls and research what sold over the weekend. I figured this would be a good time to prep for my big open house extravaganza weekend, too.
It started out all right, me having sorted the laundry and unloading the dishwasher, I was on a roll. Except when I left one room to start on the other, Mimi had a different agenda. Her majesty the queen demanded my attention on the couch and to cuddle and coddle her. And once she was better, she undid everything I accomplished. By 10:00 this morning, my laundry piles (that I spent 20 minutes sorting) are mixed together into one giant mountain, a feat that took Mimi all of one minute to perform. There are baby dolls stashed in the corner, a gift bag lying on its side under the piano, a half eaten apple sitting on the flash cards on top of the coffee table and a kitchen sink stacked full of dishes from yesterday’s afternoon of Sunday bliss/laziness.
So, I’ll save work for work. Again. And house chores…well, I can’t wait until she is over this cold. I’m sure I’ll get more accomplished when she is able to go to pre-school.
