Dave worked from home yesterday because he didn’t want to pass along the crud that has been infecting our house for the last two weeks. Why is it that my day feels so weird when there is another person here? Every hour or so, Dave would get exasperated and mention something Tate did. This was followed closely by my blank stare that he didn’t realize that THIS IS EVERY SINGLE DAY. He gets it, I just don’t think he gets it. How could he unless he experienced it himself?
I had constant interruptions from the ding… the Twitter ding, the Facebook ding, the email ding, the text ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. DING. Opportunities for fun things landed square in my lap. Ding. Pep talks for friends. Ding. Can you…? Ding. Do you want to…? Ding. Return messages from moms saying, “yes I can help with the class Valentine party.” Ding. A fun project for a friend. Ding. Do you want it like….? Ding. How about we…? Ding.
I realized that when I finally climbed into bed last night… this morning… at 3 am, that I hadn’t even taken a shower yesterday or gotten out of my yoga pants and t-shirt.
And this morning we’re out of coffee.
6 comments:
It is so much easier for me when Marc works not from home too. I get into my routine and run the house my way!
Everyone went to bed last night early, so I decided that was the perfect time to take a shower. No one to run in the bathroom and bother me. I was in my stinky workout clothes all day. I am actually in my stinky workout clothes everyday. I hate laundry.
I didn't shower today - and I won't tomorrow either. TOO DAMN COLD>
It's awesome that missing a shower is noticeable for you. I was going to say it was cute, but that sounded condescending and that's not what I meant at all. It's just, if I'm not going anywhere anyway...
But my husband always tells me stuff that the boys do in this accusatory tone. We've had to make a joke of it because it pissed me off so many times, we had fights over it. Tell them off, not me!!!
Your dings sound like my Thursday. Had an unexpected day off of work and figured I'd get some things done for a big fundraiser I'm helping with. Instead I spent the whole day responding to "dings" of emails from the group I'm working with. It. Never. Slowed. Down. When someone actually CALLED me, I almost didn't answer, and yes, she was asking for "one more favor" for the event. LOL
For next time, remember we keep emergency coffee in our freezer. We don't drink it, it's for friends. :) -Bea
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