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Working from Home is for Oxymorons

I write from home. This is my part-time job, with flexible hours–and by flexible, I mean, some days I don’t show up at all, because oh my gosh LIFE, and kids, and everybody cries SO MUCH, over things like spiders, and Cian’s playing with SK’s car, and whyohwhy do I make them play outside and can’t they just watch TV?. The hourly pay isn’t so hot, but the emotional pay-off is worth every cent, and the potential for growth is huge. I absolutely love it, and most days just wish I could throw myself into it (but writing, like quicksand, is way too hard to get out of once you’re in the thick of it), but it’s a little sticky, you know, scheduling this part-time work around my other job. The full-time one. The one I quit teaching to do. And for some reason the hours of that job are something like 6:05 a.m. to 9:35 p.m, and if I drop the ball just an inch during that time, I’ve created an avalanche that…

And Down I Go

I shared this on Twitter yesterday, but sometimes 140 characters aren’t enough, so it’s still with me, and since often the only way to shake a thought or worry that’s bugging me is to write about it, here you go, dear reader: welcome to the inside of my brain. It’s messy in there, isn’t it? Saoirse came up to me the day before yesterday (I think?)  and handed me a bunch of papers. “Mom!” she said. “Look! I made a book for you!”  She’s been reading it with David every night before bed.  And ever since she presented the “book” to me, I’m been thrown into a world of guilt because just–JUST–when I thought I was on top of my life, my footing went out from underneath me and I started tumbling down the mound of responsibilities that sits in the middle of my world. Though, to tell you the truth, that mound could just be the laundry. So here it goes: The dog hair has begun drifting across the floor like tumbleweeds of pet dander…

Boredom, Revisited

I was talking to David about this earlier while he was at work. He’ll tell you he was rushing from one appointment to the next, trying to grab some lunch before he hopped in the car for another 40-minute ride. I think he spends his days having wonderful, intelligent, laughter-filled conversations with other adults before taking a nice lunch break in a cute restaurant, either with a co-worker or two, or even, even (!) by himself. Funny how the other world seems to glow just a bit more when you’re looking at it through a window you haven’t washed in a couple of months. Staying at home is a lot of tedium. That’s like saying hockey can get bloody, or Kate Middleton has good hair. No kidding. Any job can have a lot of tedium, or a lot of stress, or those days that seem to fly by more quickly than possible, and those that drag more slowly than my 2-year-old when I ask her to put her cup in the fridge. I think the twist about staying at home, though–this full-time parenthood gig&#8211…