Today has not been the most productive day for this work at home mom. Everything started out fine, but then again nothing work-related ever happens during the early part of the day. I spent most of the morning outside in the yard playing with my son, and both of us enjoyed that a lot. He got tired around his usual nap time, so everything was going smoothly then too.
Once Dylan was napping, I fired up the computer to begin work on one of my writing assignments. I had not started this assignment yet, and it took a little while to get everything up and running including downloading the software program that the client wants me to use to submit the assignment. I was able to get a little work done on the assignment but about forty five minutes after I sat down, my son woke up from his nap. He generally takes about an hour to an hour and a half nap, so I thought that he might go back to sleep. Not this time. He got up, we had lunch, and then we got in the car to go run some errands. My nap time work session did not amount to much.
Everything went fine while we were out and about, I gave Dylan dinner on the go and I was able to get us back home right around bedtime. Tonight, though, bedtime got pushed back a little because Dylan was not tired when we got home. He was so excited to see my husband, who was working on a project out in the yard, so we stayed out there for a bit before going in and getting into bed. It was a peaceful transition, and he fell asleep much faster than he would have if I had tried to put him right to bed upon getting home.
Since my little guy got to bed late, I was already running behind as far as sitting down for my evening work session. I was further delayed because my husband and I still had to eat dinner and there were a lot of dirty dishes in the kitchen. Once those two things were taken care of, I sat down for my evening work session about an hour later than usual. As I started to write I tried to ignore the frustrated feeling that I was experiencing because I had done so little work that far and was going to have to drastically lower my expectations about how much work I would be able to get done tonight. A few minutes later, I heard a little noise from the bedroom and had to go in and help my son get back to sleep. By that point I was feeling not only tired but frustrated and overwhelmed. I took a minute to reschedule some tasks onto other days and began to feel a bit better. Now, I am still tired but I’m beginning to come around to accepting the amount of work that I will accomplish today instead of lamenting that I will not be able to do everything that I had planned to do.