Work from Home Fact and Fiction . . . Continued From All the Other Times I Wrote About It
Fact: The toddler will take advantage of your hours in front of the computer to sift through your jewelry box and/or drop eggs on the kitchen floor.
Fiction: He'll only do this once, and then you'll develop the ears of a fox for jewelry boxes and refrigerator doors. (Evidently it takes way more times than that).
Fact: You will never take for granted how stress-free the summers are, as well as fevers and teachers in-service and obscure holidays your employer won't observe, because you don't have to worry about childcare.
Fiction: (Often poeticized as fact on this very blog) You'll never look forward to school starting again.
Fact: This is a picture of my life. Boys waiting impatiently for me to return from a public restroom.
Fiction: This picture has anything to do with this post. (I just thought you would like it).
Fact: I think you actually work more minutes at home than in the office. You wouldn't clock out in the office if a coworker chats to you about their personal life, but if changing a diaper turns into bath time at home - yeah, you'll be making up those thirty minutes later.
Fiction: You'll wish you could trade the coworker for the toddler. (Of course not! . . . Not every day anyway.)
Fact: Writing about travel is way more fun than medical transcription. But I still wish sometimes that I could watch the movie with Jake instead of writing or give the older boys more attention than, "Yes, you can have an apple" and, "Don't leave your shoes there." Tomorrow they are putting up the first Serenity Live video online. I always wanted to be in the entertainment industry, and this feels kind of like that, which is cool. Plus, I'm getting paid to write, which is a dream. I truly believe everyone in the world should try and find a way to do something for a living that they actually enjoy. But I don't really believe it's possible, and I know I'm lucky to be even close.
Fiction: I no longer care if my agent calls with good news that my book has sold, and I no longer wish I could do just that.
Fact: Life is ups and downs.