I work at home part time and am working on starting up a videography business. And I am also a full-time stay at home mom. So what this means is that I generally put my kids to bed at 7:30 and then go to work until midnight or sometimes later.
Of course, the parenting butts in several times nightly in the form of Jack or Sam wandering in from their bedroom with various requests:
Sam: “I need some water.”
Jack: “I want to snuggle.”
Sam: “Can I watch baseball with you?” Thank God that’s over.
Jack: “I need [insert M&Ms, or whatever snack Alex and I sneak at night].”
Jack: “I need my blanket.” Note: It’s usually in plain sight on his bed.
Jack: “Help me button my shirt. No, no, all the way to the top.” That must be comfortable to sleep in.
Sam: “Jack is writing on himself with a marker.”
Sam: “Jack is writing on the wall with a marker.”
Sam: “Jack is writing on me with a marker.”
Jack: “I have a little cut.”
Jack: “I want a band aid for my boo boo.”
Jack: “Kiss my boo boo.”
Each of these is, of course, separated by a five or so minute rest in their bedroom.
But that’s not the point of my post. My point was that I just finished a giant videography project that
has been plaguing me I have been working on since June, so I was going to take a night off and go to bed at, like, 9.
But my part-time job has an aspect wherein I get emails that I have to deal with in 24 hours. Generally I get fewer, sometimes considerably fewer, than ten of these a night, and it doesn’t take me that long to deal with them. After I deal with those, I deal with the bigger projects I have. This evening I was planning on ignoring those larger projects, but, as I opened up my work email account to start my quick work session before bed, I was confronted with an inbox full of three pages of these emails.
Long story short, it’s 11:15. So much for my night of rest.
Maybe I’ll take Halloween off.
I’m a-goin’ to bed.