Things have been going pretty well. The boys have a sort of clubhouse in the attic where all their toys, as well as a TV, keep them busy. Since I’m working at home for three days this week it has been important to keep them off the first floor. Today they were downstairs a bit more than the prior day, but I can’t blame them for wanting to move around.
I’ve decided that working from home is not all it’s cracked up to be. I am busy, and am getting a lot of work done, but I’m still going crazy from boredom. I think I figured it out this morning. My normal working style goes like this:
- 60-90 min of intense, eyes glued to the screen, fingers flying, brain racing work,
- 5 min to go chat with someone and/or go poop (I always take a book with me even if it will only be two minutes),
- back to crazy work for 45-60 min,
- then take a slightly longer break for 15 min or so.
- Repeat until 4:30-5:00.
That is probbaly a little exaggerated, but suffice to say I work intensely for short periods and then take short breaks.
So yesterday, I worked straight for 4 hours and then again for 3-4 hours. This morning I realized that I had no one to talk to and as a result had just kept working. It didn’t help that I was stumped by a programming issue and was deadset on resolving it. (I had to go pee for three hours, but didn’t want to get up until I figured it out!)
Anyway, I’ve decided I will think twice before ever asking to work from home!
Today, a buddy came by to help me move our washer/dryer into the basement. It took 20 min. I had to leave the door open while we were working and… the dog took off. Sneaky, sneaky. So, on my way to and from picking up the oldest from school we drove around the neighborhood. No luck. Now here was my dilemma: I have work to do, the dog knows not to wander, she wandered, her fault, I made an effort, but I’ve got to get back to work. Natural consequences, right? You wander off, you get lost and no longer have a home.
So I worked, but felt crappy the whole time. Every once in awhile, I’d get up walk outside and call for the dog. I walked around the corner to let the neighboring business know to keep an eye out. The boys and I also prayed at lunch that we would find her. Around 3:15 I called Animal Control and it turned out they had her. I picked her up just before 5:00. She was gone for about 5.5 hrs total. It cost me $30 to post her bail. Her prison name was apparently, “Dot.” On a positive note, within two hours of being there she had 2 offers to adopt. That’s encouraging because it means that at least somebody wants her! jk
Anywho, I’m learning to appreciate my wife’s sacrifices. I sometimes lament that I work two jobs while she gets to stay home (mostly when I want to do something selfish, but can’t). But after these two days of no one to talk to, tantrums whenever I actually am talking to my youngest, dogs running off, etc… I totally understand why I have a barrage of questions, updates, etc when I get home. I think I’ll take my two jobs and I might even complain a little less!