I hate Mondays, but I can’t say I hate Mondays because in reality, I don’t hate any day, I just hate the things that can occur during the day.
For instance, through the week, my daughter is in school. I’m there as well, listening in, keeping my daughter focused on school. Sometimes the day goes smooth. She doesn’t act out or act up, she doesn’t run her mouth but listens and does as instructed. Sometimes she has a really good day. Other days, like today (which is coincidentally Monday) she doesn’t want to do anything school related. On days like today, her attitude gets the best of her and she doesn’t want to do any more than sit and listen. Today she had a quiz to complete in English class, the teacher also instructed her students to locate a tune for tomorrow’s ‘Tune Tuesday’ and create a slide for the song of choice, then submit it to her. Well, my daughter was all over locating a song, specifically looking up “Ins and Outs” by Sofia Carson, for her presentation slide. With me supervising, she found the song, used her tablet to take a screenshot of the lyrics, and she was ready to transfer it to paper. She grabbed a clean sheet of paper, a gel pen, and she went right to copying it out. Later when it was time to take a quiz also assigned for English, I told her to get her paper and a pen, and get to work. The quizzes in school allow for unlimited attempts (except for math–I don’t know why). She took the quiz five times she said, got an “F”, and she was going to give up. When I checked in on her work, I didn’t see the quiz questions on paper. When I asked her where they were, she told me in her quietly timid voice, I didn’t write them down, or I didn’t do it. Do you see the problem here? She has no problem copying down the lyrics to her favorite song, but school work is another story. (Sigh)
So, here I am. I’m finally able to do my work. I wanted to write this, and I have a story I’m working on rewriting for my manuscript (or work-in-progress).
Working from home is hard; it’s just like having any other kind of job. I’ve worked retail, ringing up customers for 8-10 hours a day, putting out stock, unloading delivery trucks, and I’ve had other jobs. I waitress-ed for a small cafe, and I’ve worked as a cook in a couple restaurants. One of them went out of business, but that had nothing to do with me. It was a financial problem on the owners end. Working from home is just like any of that–just cut out the commute–but there is still the stress, time, and effort applied.
Working-from-home doesn’t just mean I can do my work from home, it means I work from home. I’m a mom, a Learning Coach in School, a writer and blogger, a wife, and a caregiver.