Barefoot and Puddling It
Today, during what I could be appropriately named the-day-from-work-hell, I worked from home. And during what I can only call chaos and conference calls I decided to take a gander in the backyard. Why? You ask. For two very good reasons: 1) The kid has been trapped in the house for the week with pneumonia, he deserves fresh air. And since I'd taken it all out of the house with my work-nonsense yapping, I needed it too. and 2) because, why not? Isn't that one of the perks of working from home. Working in your pajamas or in the backyard (or hell both at the same time).
No sooner had I pulled open the back door did the kiddo bound into his play things on the patio. And me, phone still saddled into my pocket, Bluetooth headset attached to my ear, kept yapping with my feed firmly planted on the patio table and laptop open on my lap. I worked this way for about 15 minutes before I heard delightful laughter to my left. Giggles and wonder and all that fun toddler excitement emanating from my now barefoot kid stomping in a puddle.
My gut reaction was to pull the little guy aside and ask him to put his shoes back on. Having to wrestle him to the bath-tub mid work day crisis was not my idea of fun. But as soon as Scrooge McMama reared her head, Playful Mom knocked her on her ass. I promptly kicked my own sandals off and joined in the fun. I mean, what better way to entertain my not-so-enjoying-this-conference-call self than to splash around a bit while offering my two-cents on the latest user guide documentation projects?
It's too bad the entire office now thinks I spend my day at the pool when I'm working from home. But hey, I get my work done. And that is all that matters right? Well that and the fun of going barefoot every now and again.
No sooner had I pulled open the back door did the kiddo bound into his play things on the patio. And me, phone still saddled into my pocket, Bluetooth headset attached to my ear, kept yapping with my feed firmly planted on the patio table and laptop open on my lap. I worked this way for about 15 minutes before I heard delightful laughter to my left. Giggles and wonder and all that fun toddler excitement emanating from my now barefoot kid stomping in a puddle.
My gut reaction was to pull the little guy aside and ask him to put his shoes back on. Having to wrestle him to the bath-tub mid work day crisis was not my idea of fun. But as soon as Scrooge McMama reared her head, Playful Mom knocked her on her ass. I promptly kicked my own sandals off and joined in the fun. I mean, what better way to entertain my not-so-enjoying-this-conference-call self than to splash around a bit while offering my two-cents on the latest user guide documentation projects?
It's too bad the entire office now thinks I spend my day at the pool when I'm working from home. But hey, I get my work done. And that is all that matters right? Well that and the fun of going barefoot every now and again.
