I sit to type this on a momentous day: the first Friday my newly-christened Kindergartener does not have school.
I spent half an hour typing that opening sentence.
Why? Why would it take so long to type ONE SENTENCE? For those who don’t have children at home right now -laying on your shoulder, touching your touchscreen laptop, eating toast onto your head, and whining, “What should I doooooo?”- you have no clue.
No, not even if you have a cat. Or cats.
Not that cats aren’t cute…
“Mom, guess what? Once, when I was playing Minecraft, Brother#1 made me go up a lava fall and I popped up under a villager’s house.”
Yes, my five-year-old literally just interrupted me to tell me that. Getting half a page typed before that isn’t bad; probably because he was eating toast. Yes, onto my head.
In my unicorns-and-going-to-the-bathroom-alone dreams, I keep thinking I can have it both ways: raise the kids AND work from home.
Like most people who live, breathe, eat, shower, and occasionally sleep; I need money to fund my lavish habits. We’re lucky that my husband has been the breadwinner for all the time we’ve had children. However; since we also have children who live, breathe, eat, sleep, and occasionally shower; I’ve picked up a side job here and there to help.
“Guess what a mothership is supposed to be? …A mother in a ship.”
Now we’re onto Starcraft 2, a computer game involving war in space.
*Sigh* Maybe we’ll have nap time today.
Maybe I’ll stay awake during it.
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