Some of you work. Some of you work in an office. Some of you work in a mine. Some of you go to clown college. Some of you work at home. For those of you who work in a mine, this is not for you. For those of you who go to clown college, go scare someone who is not me. Yaaathanksss..
Recently I was blessed with not one, but TWO work-from-home jobs. To say I'm grateful is an understatement. However, it's come to my attention that, much like being a writer, the mere idea of having a career from home sounds like such a luxurious experience. Sleeping in all hours, attending meetings in your pajamas, and using all your free time to work on that masterpiece ms. Sounds like a dream.
Because it is.
My day starts at 6:30 with a cup of coffee and a pep-talk. When 7am rolls around, the offspring is wide-eyed and ready to rumble but I've only just begun working my first hour of job number 1. Throw in job #2, my clown college courses, plus yaaaknoww, being a stay-at-home mother plus LIFE and it's everything but luxurious. Sure, I don't really go to clown college, I get to work in my jammy-jams, and yeah I get to be home with my baby, but when I'm working, I'm WORKING. No play time. No Yo Gabba Gabba.
If there were twelve of me, there still would not be enough hands (or clown noses). There would be for hokey pokey, though. *Note to self: play hokey pokey* Essentially, Candyland is having a schedule shifting conflict and may or may not be lucid during these posts. Like right now. I'm really thinking about what kind of candy we have in the cupboard instead of the words I'm typing. Or the fact that my hand is so dry, it squeaks when I move my fingers. Gross.
Tell me friends, do you work in (being a SAHM counts!)or outside the home (this is for you, miners...) and how do you manage your time so you don't fail clown college?