Often you will hear those of us with home offices bragging about how great it is…We love the convenience (and working in pj’s). As a parent with a home office, sick days are not as much of a stressor, late nights are easier to maneuver, and there is no traffic to fight on the way home.
Here is the thing about home offices. When it is good, they can be oh-so good, but when it is bad – they are EVIL. EVIL, I said. Like, after a holiday weekend which is never really a holiday weekend for moms because we are oh-so on duty all weekend. The holiday weekend which has left our house (which is our other office) in shambles and begging for us to pick it up instead of do our work in our actual office.
Piles of laundry beckon, grocery shopping calls, piles of shoes loom in my way, and games/toys/sports equipment runneth over my floor and mind after a long holiday weekend. A weekend in which I got very little sleep and even less time to escape into the confines of my home office where I have
shit stuff to do. A lot of stuff to do.
It is pretty impossible to achieve a happy medium with a home office and requires the dilligence of a dog digging up a bone in the backyard. If I am not pulled into the overwhelming black hole of the rest of the house to attend to whatever it may be that is screaming my name at the moment, then it is sucking me way into the deep confines of its very own black hole. That is the gravitational pull of all that is work and quiet and ideas and writing and contracts and clients….none of which back talk and all of which offer great reward. [click to continue…]