I’ve worked from home for the last 11 years. It’s been a challenge at times being alone, forever looking at the dirt that needs to be swept or the laundry that needs to be folded when deadlines are looming or deadlines are non-existent and need to be drummed up. I sometimes question why I chose this path, why I didn’t go out and work like “most” people do.
Moments like today however, when mere seconds after returning home from school great floods of tears are spilled and I’m there to soak them up, to try and help make some sense of the topsy-turvy life we all live in, that the decision to work the way I do makes all the sense in the world.
Sometimes what our kids need most, is just having someone there.
Good grief. It’s getting close to go time. I’ll do my best to send along some other notes from the Art of Dad archives 12 years ago on baby facts that you might not be aware, of like the one below. Do not be alarmed if your newborn looks like a hobbit – it won’t last. There is a reason all baby related marketing photos are taken of kids well past the first few months of life.
I do hope you’re banking your sleep for you’ll have little of it soon.
Thinking of you,
(from the archives 12 years past)
Some days I’m filled with wonderfully insightful wisdom on the subject of parenting. Other days I have relatively useless but slightly entertaining thoughts about kids. This definitely fits the latter and is proof positive that simply spending some time with your son can yield some interesting observations.
From the archives, I hope you enjoy.
Thinking of you.
Working from home has its share of disadvantages. Laundry, filthy floors and other house distractions are always pulling me away from what I need to be doing. It also has its advantages like being able to set my own hours, a picturesque green space out our backyard, a stocked refrigerator and wildlife being chased into my home.
So it was just the other day when working at my computer I heard Indy come charging towards the front door. I literally turned and said out loud, “Dude, what’s all that about?” I watched as he stood as still as a statue in a classic hunting pose, tail erect and one leg up and crooked, by the opening to our hall cupboard. I then looked on in horror as he dove into the pile of shoes and boots and came up holding a chipmunk in his mouth.
This is exactly the kind of thing non-pet owners miss out on.
I shouted at him to “DROP IT!”, which he obediently did. Unsurprisingly it took off again. Into our living room.
Indy charged after it, his deep set animal instincts running at full throttle. Thankfully the follow-up to that instinct to chase, the actual biting down or thrashing the poor rodent to death, did not happen.
Still bewildered by the goings on I ordered him to drop it again. Which he did, resulting in a third get away and subsequently a third chase. By this time I’d raced to the kitchen to retrieve a spaghetti strainer (made sense at the time) and between the two of us we trapped the panicked and confused chipmunk under the strainer. Sliding a file folder underneath I was then able to scoop up and release the little beast back into the wild with the only evident casualty being it’s significantly damper and matted fur covered in dog drool.
Working from home with a pet in the house is never dull.