It’s nice to know that there are some people out there that life “my” life.

I totally get what you are saying about the library and coffee shop and how everyone wants to chat and nothing gets done.

When I’m home working on my freelance projects, my husband doesn’t understand why the house doesn’t get cleaned.

My other problem is that I work full-time too as well as writing freelance part-time. So people think when I’m off from my “regular” job that I should be free to do whatever. But I still have deadlines to meet and generally work into the wee hours of the night to get it all done.

I love my man. I love that he spends so much time with our children, but seriously, a man and woman should NOT be in the same house 24/7. ANd our house is just two bedrooms and a kitchen/living room, so there is no hiding out possible.

My kids and I were sick for nearly two weeks and I’m so behind on everything now. I totally get what you mean about buckets and antibiotics. I had six different medicines to dole out at various times just for the kids and two more for myself! And as much as we’d like Papa to help sometimes, I know my kids just want their mama when they’re sick.

Oh and did I mention the 3yr old and the dog I already spend my day with until the other 3 kids get home from school.

Your post totally hit the nail on the head for me.

Vanessa, your comment pretty much sums up my work/home life. No wonder I’m tired.

You want to hear about my recent chaos?

Try October for me. I am pregnant, and I was still regularly sick as the month unfolded. I had several major deadlines for longterm projects looming, and then suddenly got several new projects (money=good, but time crunch=not so good). Then my husband got a severe case of H1N1 which developed into pneumonia. Then my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, and we were all scrambling around to figure out who could be with her to go back and forth to pre-surgery appointments and then surgery. My FIL was also undergoing some medical issues at the same time. People kept moving up deadlines on me–argh! And did I mention that I was pregnant, huge and tired with a three-year-old boy to chase around?

Thank God for November.

bleh.

Just think, now you can relate to all of those jokes about women’s husbands retiring and what they have to go through because he’s home with nothing to do, bored out of his mind and is there every single hour of every single day. And then finds, no…creates, projects! lol You poor thing.

I think you should tape a sign to your back that says: “Working – Do Not Disturb” when you’re in the library and just don’t look up at ALL when moms try to catch your eye. Also, tape the same sign to the top/back of your laptop so when they sit down opposite you, they’ll see it. Hey, you have to do what you have to do.

Great post. Oh, and when your husband decides to begin his job search and needs help, you can send him my way. I’ll get him out of the house (pounding the pavement) for a few hours for you. lol Hang in there!

How come Dad wasn’t fetching buckets so that you could earn a living?

In my previous life I was a pharmacist. Since pharmacies can’t be open unless a pharmacist is there, a sick kid meant I had to call a co-worker and beg them to give up their day off so I could stay home. Good times.

So while working at home is not always as idyllic as people think it is, I always remind myself that it used to be worse.

And I completely understand the whole 24/7 thing with a spouse–been doing that here too since moving back to the states. It’s not fun.