The three hours allotted to contract work was not enough.  So after I picked my son up from school on Monday and Tuesday, I gave him puzzles and tried to continue working.  But he wanted to play with me.  And I needed to do work.  But he wanted to play.  And I started to get annoyed - doesn't he understand that I need to work?!  And then I caught myself.  What on earth am I doing?  He is the reason I'm at home in the first place - so I can spend more time with him!  Sounds fairly obvious but I've been such a workhorse for the past ten years that it's hard to jump out of that mode.  And I realized: there's a learning curve for being a self-employed, work-from-home mom.  When we are together, I put the computer away and we play.  (Note that I said computer; I haven't yet shaked the habit of checking emails every four minutes.) The rest of the week was much better because I unabashedly blocked work from my head during playtime.  
Notwithstanding the craziness of my week (and the fact that my kitchen is a complete and utter mess), I feel more happy and relaxed than I have in years. So on that note, I leave you with some wise words from pinterest:

 
Hi there! I just found your blog and really enjoy it! I am a fifth year litigation associate in Orange County and can relate to what your are saying!
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