snow day
Okay, fair enough, it is in fact snowing at a clip that would have made getting to work and school challenging (and, in this town, unsafe). So kiddo is home from day care - but because Himself had already arranged a bit of "staycation" (a word I loathe, but it is what it is - three days of Not Working but not actually going anywhere), he's giving up one of his days off to majority-parent so I don't have to burn a vacation day on child care. And as I don't have but a fraction of a day's worth of vacation time in the bank, having used them all up on the furlough, I appreciate it.
Normally when I work from home lately I do it in the family room with the TV on. Several months ago I had a chunk of time with hardly any work to do no matter where I was, and locking myself in the spare bedroom where my desk setup is would have just made me unspeakably bored. (Plus for a week or so we had guys in here fixing the wall where the chimney had been leaking for years.) But with the boy home all day I can't really park in the family room and tell him I'm working - so I'm up here in the work room. Which I haven't used in months and is coated in dust. :-P
On the corner of my desk up here I've got some of Himself's childhood homework, which his mother had saved these 40 years and which I made him let me keep. Apparently they had a weekly-or-something assignment to write about their feelings, and I am utterly charmed by many if not most of his declarations of why he felt happy or mad (those being the main two feelings he ever wrote about). One of these days I'll transcribe as much of that as I can for the prince. ♥
Normally when I work from home lately I do it in the family room with the TV on. Several months ago I had a chunk of time with hardly any work to do no matter where I was, and locking myself in the spare bedroom where my desk setup is would have just made me unspeakably bored. (Plus for a week or so we had guys in here fixing the wall where the chimney had been leaking for years.) But with the boy home all day I can't really park in the family room and tell him I'm working - so I'm up here in the work room. Which I haven't used in months and is coated in dust. :-P
On the corner of my desk up here I've got some of Himself's childhood homework, which his mother had saved these 40 years and which I made him let me keep. Apparently they had a weekly-or-something assignment to write about their feelings, and I am utterly charmed by many if not most of his declarations of why he felt happy or mad (those being the main two feelings he ever wrote about). One of these days I'll transcribe as much of that as I can for the prince. ♥