When the Hubster travels, I work from home (or “WFH” if you are stalking my work calendar). Someone has to get the Kid on and off the bus, which makes it hard to be downtown. So thanks to the incredible flexibility of Mid-Corp and the Boss Lady (that’s my new name for my manager—don’t worry, she likes it), I can work from home.
The problem is I go a little crazy when I work from home for more than a day or two in a row. I am on day five of an eight-day stint (that doesn’t count the two weekends in there). It was supposed to be only seven days, but we had a snowstorm last Friday so I (and thousands of others) opted to avoid downtown.
I don’t go crazy for lack of people. I like being by myself. I just get bored. I don’t have the lunch variety or the style variety or the people watching. Plus I don’t make time to read like I do on the bus. So to make myself feel better, here are all the things that make working from home nice:
- I can have a real breakfast. Whether I want eggs or oatmeal or toast, I can walk the eight steps to the kitchen and make it.
- I can have the radio on and don’t have to wear headphones—even when I turn up real loud.
- I can wear whatever I want—although it is always jeans and a sweatshirt. And I skip makeup.
- I can do laundry and dishes whenever. In general, I just keep my house cleaner. I cleaned a bathroom over lunchtime yesterday. Not my favorite activity, but it’s better than doing it at night after the girls are in bed.
- I can let the Baby sleep in. She likes sleeping in and I feel bad waking her up at 6:45 a.m. when I go downtown.
- I can work outside. Our wireless works on our deck, so I worked outside for an hour or so yesterday (we had 70 degrees just five days after that last snowstorm) and I am going to do it again today. And when I am inside, I can have the window open. Or even just watch the squirrels and deer and birds.
- I remember to water my plants. They are happier when they are not facing drought conditions.
- I can fart and no one will hear or smell it.
- I get to rest my feet on the Dog. And rub her with my feet. And give her little pieces of cheese and turkey from my sandwiches. And yell at her to stop barking/snoring/licking during a conference call. And take her for a walk—in the middle of the day.
- I can spend more than 10 minutes with my kids in the morning and at night. They say awesome things and are so adorable. And with that extra time to soak in that cuteness, I don’t feel so guilty about putting them to bed early.
So I have three more work-from-home days to go … maybe four if the Hubster’s flight is late on Monday … and I am hoping to retain my sanity. If I do lose it, please make sure the Baby does “last chance potty” before going to bed and that the Kid has a snack in her backpack for school—because I will be trolling downtown looking for a cubicle to work from.