Working from Home with Girls

I work from home ...meaning I'm always looking for work at home.

If you're not a Salmon swimming upstream you're a dead fish.

I write, do marketing for small businesses, fundraising for good causes, consulting for others and give away too much stuff for free.

My wife works outside the house, has a traditional office, hours and the responsibilities of office politics.

I have none of that and my work environment is great when I'm alone.

When Sarah and our girls are home however ... it's another story.

"Can we go do a photo shoot in Park?" they ask as I work on fundraising for a Church in a Bar and none of the successful tricks from the past are working so I'm failing measurably.

"It's raining," I mumble hoping they go away.

"Exactly," they gleefully scream, grabbing me by the hand, pulling me away from the computer.

It's been raining for five days. Our yard is underwater ... the parks are underwater ... the roads are underwater ... and it's still raining.

"This is stupid," I announce.

"It's my idea," my wife replies with that smile.

"Let's go," I sigh.

So we do.

Driving to the park, the girls find the deepest water, grab some floats and proceed to have one Hell of a good time splashing, floating, laughing, taking lots of pictures and turning a really crappy day into something making me laugh.

This is why you work.

Returning home, drying off, the girls take showers that last forever, I resume the work but ... the fire's been redirected and I can't concentrate.

The girls pop popcorn, make milkshakes and turn on the Godforsaken crap that is the Disney Channel.

"What the Hell!" I mumble.

Leaving the work I meander in, grab a handful of popcorn, slide at their feet in the floor to watch the stupidest of television ... so I can invest in things with better returns.

Because in the end ... it's all about return on investment.