Sunday, February 3, 2013

Really, I don't know how I do it

Well, well, well, what do you know? I miraculously finished my job today, even though my screen was 2/3 covered by an (almost) four-year old seeking my attention the entire time. How good are you at getting serious work done while a little boy is holding up a string in your face, asking you over and over again to “turn it into a unicorn?” Have someone do that to you while you try to look up a complicated term in a medical dictionary. It's hard, and I rock at it. I can puzzle, create amazing LEGO constructions, find magic, read stories and serve snacks while translating “Congenital ocular anomaly.” I wonder if my employer would pay me extra if he knew the circumstances under which I do my work. Is there an award?

Anyways, here we are. Done. And there is not vomit anywhere that needs to be wiped up (as far as I know), there are sheets on the beds, everyone has been fed, and the kids are clothed and alive.

OK, they are wearing weird clothes because the laundry never got sorted, but – technically – you know, they are not naked.

The kitchen is still a mess though, and go figure; my hair still smells like vomit and I’m more exhausted than ever. But I think I have deserved a break, and will shower and clean the kitchen and house in the morning. 

A book and sleep, here I come.

1 comment:

  1. I don't know how you do it either. I worked from home with 1, I worked from home with 2...I am not sure I even want to attempt with 3! :)