And on the other side of the workplace universe, today I am working from home, and it's one of those days where the "home" part is completely overwhelming the "working" part.
Noah is at camp, but the other two are home with me and only me. It's raining. Ezra and Ike are currently staging multiple picnic/restaurant/grocery store scenarios, so about every 10 seconds somebody is graciously attempting to serve me a can of soup or a lettuce leaf or some invisible juice. My in-laws are driving in later (and staying in this very room) so I will need to clean up all this up at some point. The coffee pot is upstairs in the kitchen and I should really go pour a cup to jolt my brain but oh yes, Ike, a plastic cup with a wooden lemon inside it will do just as well, but oh scratch that, Ike just dared add a slice of pie to the picnic spread and Ezra is now screaming that NO. NO PIE. HE'S RUINING MY PICNIC.
Aaaand he just fled the room and went upstairs. Maybe he can get me that coffee.
Believe it or not, I actually did this on purpose. I have a babysitter come Monday through Wednesday, which means two days a week I fly solo with at least one kid — after swim camp Noah and Ezra's camp attendance is staggered every other week, and to save some money I opted to not enroll Ike in anything at all. (The babysitter is way better than I am about taking him to playdates and activities, so I figured two days a week of benign neglect INDEPENDENT PLAY SKILL FOSTERING wouldn't be too terrible.) In the fall everyone goes back to school full-time and I have even more work lined up, so I liked the idea of getting some lazy days to hang out with my kids over the summer.
I don't know if this really counts as quality hanging, obviously. The arrangement manages to feel like both a luxury and a giant pain in the ass. I'm sitting here typing, bouncing back between multiple email accounts, waiting for a lull in the HOT PICNIC ACTION so I can focus on a very boring, very technical document that I need to overhaul, Ike's desperately trying to make sure I have a fully-balanced meal of toy food and Ezra...crap. He's still upstairs. Hang on. BRB.
He's fine. Pie-related dramaz seem to be forgotten, and he's in his bed surrounded by dolls and teddy bears, and hurling a stuffed rabbit at them. He says he's playing Angry Birds because obviously.
Refilled coffee. Check. Dumped breakfast dishes in sink. Check. Am multitasking wizard.
Also, this is going on up there.
Looks like some of you are going to have to sit on the floor, though.
Anyway, what was I talking about? Working from hom...yes Ike. This plastic salt shaker is exactly what I needed. Well, that and a spatula, which you also have covered.
I think the coworkers are the best part, though.