You could say I have a love-hate relationship with working from home. I’ve only been doing this for a few short weeks and I’m a ways yet from a great new groove. This is partly because it’s summer and every new week brings a different childcare situation. But my relationship with working from home (WFH) shifts far more frequently than weekly. Ha! I wish my mood would stay the same for five full workdays!
Instead, if it’s a day where my kids’ dad drops them off at camp(s) in the morning, I may be rejoicing in the awesomeness of being able to write in the early hours, make breakfast and camp lunches for the boys, shower at 8:30 and still make it back to my desk by 9:00. Holla!
But if it’s a day when I do both the drop-offs at 9 a.m. and the pick-ups starting at 3 p.m. (and, say, try to go around traffic and end up blowing past the street I need, and waste hellish amounts of time making me late for a phone meeting), then I’m all “This is bullshit!!!”
If it’s a morning where I’ve been able to get lots done and then go out to my tiny vegetable patch and pick greens for my lunch, I’ll skip back to the kitchen with a song in my heart, revelling in my liberation from commuting and the (mostly) sub-par eateries near my old office.
But if I lose a bunch of time commuting to and from a meeting, or if my youngest is interrupting me as I try to get a little work done after camp (“But I just wanted to show you my hair!”) I may be freaking out. At least on the inside. WTF, WFH! You sounded so much better on paper.
HALP! I need your tips on setting new boundaries now that there is
so little no division between my work and home lives.