My day is chopped up into a million segments.
Type two words, go make a bottle.
Yype four words, go make a peanut butter sandwich.
Research on computer for two minutes, go take 3 year-old to the bathroom.
Curse myself for not bookmarking the website I had previously found with the aforementioned important research.
Go get 3 year-old off the toilet; remove my curious one year-old from the shower stall where he is happily playing.
Turn on Blues Clues. Run back to computer, sit down. Breathe. Place one finger on key board, poised to strike a key.
Stop. Go back downstairs to console crying one year-old who has just had his favorite blanky confiscated by grinning 3 year-old.
Turn off Blue. Hold one year-old on lap while typing and singing the Alphabet song with 3 year-old who is
coloring in coloring book by my feet. Actually accomplish some work this way.
And so it goes. The clock is always ticking, and I know my minutes alone at my computer are invaluable. I feel like a marathon runner most days--sweaty and out of breath, but also pushing myself much harder and
farther than I used to think I was capable of.
Working from home is alot like playing beat the clock, but I love it!