By the time my daughter came onto the scene, and then my third child just eight months ago, I had become more comfortable in my work-at-home skin. Perhaps this was out of necessity, or just in order to survive! I started scheduling calls, letting calls go to voice mail during dinner, and working more when my kids slept. I realized I could control my schedule as long as I prioritized and, at the end of the day, I could still reach my professional goals.
The lines between work and home are still blurry, but that can be a good thing. I haven't hid in a closet in six years. And I get at least two more hours in the day -- the time I used to spend commuting on the train -- to play Chutes and Ladders or enjoy a princess tea party!