Tales from the home front

When working at home, it is important not to become stressed out and to roll with the punches, because the punches will come. If you take yourself or your work too seriously, you might get upset when something happens like what just happened at my house...

Picture it: the kids are "off-track" (think summer vacation for a month at a time 4 times per year) from school and I was hard at work completing administrative tasks for my business. I was working on income projections for the rest of the year. I believe you have to know what your goals before you can make a plan to achieve them. Everything was going amazingly well for me to even have enough time outside of my paid work to work on these goal setting and measuring tasks.

Just then, my 25 month old walks into my office and says "poop down". I ask him to show me and silently hope he will lead me to the bathroom where he will simply say he needs to go boo-boo and I will just set him on the potty. Ha! I must have been dreaming. My son led me outside and then I saw it, a rather large pile of poop he had just finished depositing on our backyard patio. So I rushed him to the toilet and the good thing was that he did want to sit down on the potty and wipe himself. The bad thing is, he was already done pooping.

Just then, my Blackberry rang and I shouted to my oldest to check my e-mail. One of my clients e-mails several vendors at once and whomever responds first receives the work order. So, it was a good thing that earlier this morning I had promised my daughter a commission if she received any orders for me while she was at the computer because my daughter did receive the e-mail and communicate back to the client for me.

Simultaneously, as I was shouting the directions to my daughter on how to communicate with the client, I discover poop tracks, all the way from the back door to where my son found me at my desk and back to where he was now sitting on the floor in a different room. Apparently, he stepped in his poop before coming inside to tell me.

Alas, it was a great morning, my son told me he needs to go poop and he wants to sit on the toilet, work is being completed ahead of time and new work orders have been received, life is indeed, good.