So the best thing about working from home days are that the work day starts at the same time, but you don't have to get up the 2.5 hours earlier to get dressed and commute. All you have to do is roll out of bed, tinkle and commence working. In theory. In reality, I have to get up a half hour before I need to tinkle so that I can send the boys off to camp.
This morning at 7:30, I was still in do-do land when I was pulled from my loverly slumber by the sounds of whispering. This is a relatively new phenomenon I developed while Corey was deployed - the inability to sleep through anything but the sound of my children moving. Their bathroom is above my bedroom and I wake up on Saturday mornings when I hear their toilet flush. Or when the gate at the bottom of the stairs opens. Or the floor above me creaks. Or I hear them whispering. I sleep straight through Corey's alarm going off right next to me, but the slightest indication that Jake and Landen are on the move wakes me.
So I laid in my bed in a fog, my sleeping mask still shielding my eyes, trying to listen to what the hell they were whispering about and where the hell they were. Soon they were in the door in their pajamas/boxer briefs (how their dad convinces them they should be sleeping in the summer) asking to get in the bed with me. In they climbed, and we giggled and talked about how much we all love my huge comfy bed and pretended to fall asleep on each other. Ever the routine-keeper, I commanded all of us out of bed to get dressed, eat breakfast and pack up for camp.
But not before I dropped the third boy in the bed and took some photos of my princes lolling about.
Oy. Managing a ten-to-twelve hour day is hard work, at home or abroad. I told Corey that I am trying to minimize how like shit I feel about it, because it's my second week, but I feel like the cart is dragging me, when I should be out in front of it. I do not have the presence in my house that I did with the last job. When I'm here I'm starting dinner later and when I'm coming home late I'm also going to bed earlier. My body has not adjusted to this yet, so I'm slow and zapped of energy. But I'm also very happy, and reinforced by my boys, who are very proud of me. Thankfully I made this change with plenty of time to get myself into a new, harmonious home-work balance before school starts. The boys have been troopers about it. And when I come home from my commuter nights, my kids are fed and clean and the dishwasher is running, so I have many blessings to count.
Governor Edwin Edwards is signing books at Barnes and Noble on Saturday. I heart him. He fascinates me. I interviewed him for a paper in college and he was so nice to me. We have an art print of him hanging in our dining room, and the boys know he used to be Governor of the state and went to jail. Judging by how impressed they are that the Mayor of New Orleans knows who they are, I'm thinking they would get a kick out of seeing the guy in person they've been looking at on the wall for four years. So we may make a trip to the bookstore, which always puts spring in Jake's step, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Governor. If I have to buy his book to get a picture of him with my boys, I should do that. I'm just going to pray to God and their mama that Landen does not ask the man why he did that bad thing that sent him to jail.
Like the new blog? It was my birthday present to myself! In July. It hasn't been updated since 2009 and I'm so happy with it. We have several more elements we want to add to it. I finally showed it to the boys, who now think fame and fortune is right around the corner because they are on the "internets." They each answered questions for the "About Me" section. They answered them. All I did was type them. Mighty hilarious. Check them out.
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