Daddy, Will You Play With Me?
// December 18th, 2008 // No Comments » // Life
Hearing those words 7-8 times a day and having to say, “Not now, but when I’m done working” are unquestionably the hardest part of working at home. Upon hearing, almost-5-year-old Joe slowly turns and walks out of the office, shoulders sagging, head downcast, and closes the door behind him. Expert at piercing my heart with daggers, our littlest knows how to pull my stings.
All said though, working from home has benefits far exceeding any cost and is now — as it was the last time I was able to do this — worth it’s weight in gold. Not spending 2 hours of my day stuck in traffic, or 9 hours a day apart from my family is very nourishing to my soul. This is how it should be.
When I need to focus, I put on the iPod and close the doors and I’m in my own world and can sit for hours undisturbed and crank out whatever it is I’m doing. When tasks require only 80% of my attention, I relish filling the other 20% listening to the ebb and flow of the bustle and peace of my home.
Happiness is playing your 5-year-old in Wii Tennis and your 7-year-old in Wii Bowling. Humility is watching them both get a higher skill-scores than you.
