One of the things I appreciate about working from home is the ability to take my work with me. For the most part I work at my desk because it has an extra monitor which can be helpful for me since I work with a lot of data. But I watch Amelia most days while I work, and she’s 3, so she doesn’t give a fuck about my data input.
As such, I’ve tried to adjust where I work depending on the time of day. I’ll normally wake up, enjoy the sounds of the shower for a moment, then set up my laptop and mouse on a foldable TV dinner tray. It’s small, but I like how quaint it makes me feel.
From there I’ll either work with that surface and sit on the couch with Amelia, or I’ll move it to the kitchen table while she plays and dances, and then in the afternoon after I’ve gotten her down for her nap I’ll finish the day at my desk.
Altogether I’ve gotten good at my job using one and two screens. And, in the end, it doesn’t matter all that much to me. Things have been a lot more stressful on account of the move so I try to let work pass as easily as possible. That’s not to say it doesn’t have its hiccups, but rather I am not willing to expend the energy to care about those hiccups.
At the end of the day I don’t have to drive through traffic to get home, I’m able to see my daughter all day, and if I want to take a break and get a snack or tidy up the world is my oyster. Altogether I am grateful and fortunate for having a sense of security throughout all of this craziness. I will take it one day at a time, reminding myself to love, learn, and always grow.
Love you Amelia, mom, dad, sister, Marie, kitty