my first week of working from home looked like this

Tired tired boy.

Years ago, my brother left his office job and went out on his own as a consultant. A few weeks in, I called him and said, "How do you like your new job?"

"Well," he said, "I go to work in my underwear. It's pretty much the PERFECT JOB."

I haven't actually worked in my underwear this week (although as I write this I am still in my pajamas) but I have had a sick kid home with me virtually every day. Yesterday, both boys went to school; last night, when Henry was overtired and coughing and hysterical, we realized that he totally should have stayed home.

Oops.

This morning, I read to Henry for an hour and then turned Sesame Street on and stripped the beds and started more laundry and cleared the breakfast dishes and grabbed some coffee and sat down to read my e-mail and realized that I was supposed to meet Christa for our standing Friday coffee date. At 8:30. It was NINE THIRTY when I remembered. I called her and said, "NOT COMING! LAUNDRY! DIRTY DISHES! SICK KIDS!"

She laughed. Thank goodness.

Henry has watched a LOT of TV this week. Yesterday, I was IMing with Chris, who mentioned that one of her boys was TIVOing Scooby Doo on the Cartoon Network. "HENRY!" I yelled, "DO YOU WANT TO WATCH SCOOBY DOO?"

Then I thanked Chris for buying me an extra half hour of work time.

And now Sesame Street is over and the dishwasher is finished running and I really could use a shower. And some more coffee. The end.