Work From Home Couple

It’s the end of a long week in our both-of-us-work-from-home house. If you haven’t been reading — and tsk, tsk, if that’s the case — here’s a quick summary: My wife seriously injured her leg while measuring actors for their costumes at our local theater. One long emergency-room trip later, my wife found herself laid up all week.

That left yours truly to try and juggle working, caring for our two sons and juggling the cooking, cleaning, laundry and other household chores. Usually, my wife and I split these duties evenly down the middle. This week was a rough one.

I did a good job with the sons and the house, if I do say so myself. The work part? OK, but I’m terribly behind on some stories. I’ll catch up, but still …

Now, our youngest son is 13 months old. This means he zips around the house like a daredevil, forcing open cabinets, pulling heavy items down on his head and getting into our dog’s water bowl. (Our little son is absolutely fascinated with that darn water bowl. I can’t figure it out. But I turn around for one second, and I hear that little giggle that only means one thing: I’ve dumped the contents of the dog’s water bowl down the front of my new shirt, dad.)

It also means that it’s impossible for one person to watch him and do any work at all. If I dared to answer the phone, our son decided that it was a good time to try to unplug my computer. If I needed to write just one more paragraph, it was time for our son to bump his noggin on the kitchen table. And if I needed to jot down some notes, heaven forbid, my son decided to fill his diaper.

So this week only reinforced what I’ve long suspected: Anyone who can get any work done while his or her young children are actually awake is amazing. (These people are also show-offs. But that’s another story.)

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