In Which I Work From Home

Yesterday our county was under a big fat travel restriction, so I worked from home.

The idea of working from home has always secretly intrigued me. Don't get me wrong. I love my job and love being part of an office setting. I love it when people drop by my desk to talk {or ask for a cup of coffee}. I love all the water cooler chat I encounter throughout the day.

But seriously. Working from home! How grand would it be to wake up and get all ready...brew a pot of coffee...and settle in at the desk in the office for a day of work? I could enjoy my day behind the desk and have plenty of time to get a scrumptious dinner on the table before Ryan walked in the door after work.

So yesterday was my chance. And it went almost like my vision.

I hadn't felt well the night before, so when Ryan left for work...I asked him to call and wake me up at 7:30. He did, and we talked for a half hour, while I mumbled into the phone as I tried to shake myself into coherence. At 7:45, I stumbled out of bed, donned my famous pink fuzzy bathrobe, and made my way to the couch to log in to work.

And there I worked...with a mug of cereal in my hand. {A mug of cereal that almost took a bath in coffee creamer instead of milk.} Partway through the morning, I "got dressed" - in a T-shirt and jammie pants.

I wrote promos, answered emails, planned shows, and talked to Lynne on the phone...all while having heart palpitations over the Lifetime thriller playing in the background.

And suddenly...it was 4:45. p.m.

He would be home in no time...Ryan would. And there I stood, with residual bedhead, questionable smelling jammies, an unmade bed, and no dessert to serve after dinner.

I strapped the Bluetooth to my ear in case he called and scurried into the bedroom to make the bed, change my clothes, brush my teeth, and possibly my hair as well. Then I slid into the kitchen to whip up a batch of cookies on the double....and when the phone rang a few moments later, I cheerfully answered.

And it was then, I realized I had become the mom in the Honest Toddler tweet rant a few weeks ago. {Minus the kid.} It's true.  Read:

4:45. Time to watch her try and do a day's worth of cleaning in 15 minutes.

It's like the beat just dropped. All of a sudden she's moving at double time.

I like how she casually calls daddy to ask where he is. As if she's preparing a surprise.

HURRY DADDY I WANT YOU TO SEE MY LIVING CONDITIONS.

Organizing dirty dishes in the sink.Trying to create the illusion of progress. SAD.

I wonder if Braeya really is the Honest Toddler?