Work-From-Home Woes

I wake up early every morning and predict that this day will be perfect.  I sit down at my desk, log into my computer and dive headfirst into my respectable work day.  People are always telling me that it must be so very wonderful to work from home, though rarely am I asked if this is actually true.  In fact, I can't recall a single time in the history of me that anybody's asked.

Hey, Amanda, what's it really like to work from home?

Well, I'll tell you.  (And thanks for asking).

When the roads are covered in ice, I am thankful for my job.  When the snow comes down in drifts and covers my entire car, I am thankful for my job.  When my children are sick and cannot go to school, I am thankful for my job.  When I see my dogs happily frolicking throughout the house all day long, rather than being locked up miserably inside of heir kennels, I am thankful for my job.

But on some days...well, a lot of days...okay, MOST days, something like this is usually going on right behind me:

And a picture does no justice.  The sound of the three of them attacking each other with pillows is not exactly peaceful.  And they don't quit.  Ever.

Today, while so luckily working from home, Kenny decided to teach Mae how to fight.  Not for any specific reason; "just in case".  I had returned to my desk after a bathroom break and was unaware of what was going on.  Seeing Mae, just feet away from me, twisting Kenny's arm around with all of her might while his face turns a dark shade of red is actually not a rarity at all.  I sat down and readied myself for more work.  Just then, Kenny started yelling, "NOW FEED ME MY OWN HAND!!  FEED ME MY OWN HAND!!"  And when Mae did just that, he screamed like a little girl.  This caused partial (and perhaps permanent) loss of hearing in my left ear.

The thought of refurbishing the little house in our back yard and converting it into an office has crossed my mind more than a time or two.  Heck, I'd even take one of the sheds.  Or a box.  A large box would do. 

What's really impressive is not that I work from home...but that I actually get any amount of work done.