I got a big freelance job working from home. The kind that will actually help me afford to put gas in my car. I thought it was a dream come true—until I tried to actually do my job while keeping two little people happy.
Actually, screw happy. How about just plain ole QUIET?
I've calmly explained to my five-year-old that I need to work on a project for "Mommy's client" so many times, he's actually made up a song about it. He plugs his nose and sings (in a very bored voice):
It's not a very good song, but I don't blame him for the nasal chorus. Life does suddenly feel awfully congested. In the five years since I became a mom, I've thought so much about the pros and cons of WOHM and SAHM arrangements (always while enmeshed in the other), I never even thought about the WAHM life.
I'm so happy I got invited to this schmorgesborg too. It's so...insane.
Anyway, so yes, I have been gone from the blogosphere a lot but unlike every other time I've taken a little break, this time I mean it when I say I'm so balls to the wall I can't see straight. My laundry is up to the ceiling. I can't find the cat. I think Chuck grew a beard, otherwise there's some really hairy guy sleeping in my bed with me. I eat, pee and parent while taking phone calls. I get up at 6 a.m. and go to bed at 2 a.m. I've started making lists and posting them everywhere.
But here's the thing: I kind of like it. The craziness, that is. And having something productive to do while the kids watch Curious George. Big bonus: if someone's going to sing a patronizing song about your employer
It's so much more enjoyable coming from your kid than from that asshole in the next cubicle over.
About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.