Perfectly imperfect momma

Upon returning to work from the Christmas holiday, we at work discovered our server had died. (YES!!!! Total music to my ears) Except  for the fact I was the one that had to package the 65 pound son of a bitch and get it shipped off. No server my friends meant, no access to any of our business/corporate files.  Needless to say, the following week was spent working from home where we could access the company files through our personal internet services. I had always wondered what it would be like to work from home and I was soon to find out.

In an effort to keep routine around our house I woke every morning at 5am just as I was going to work, got fully dressed- woke Max and got him all ready for his day at day-care. Once he was packaged up and dropped off.  I then would return home, make my coffee, light the candle on my dining room table and fire up my laptop.

From my dinning room table with the smell of  cinnamon filling the house while sipping on my coffee I would answer emails, issues PO’s and compile contracts. There was no phone answering, no dumb asses talking, no clock watching, no one bitching about the printer and asking me to call for service(because you know they are incapable of calling the 1800 number right there on the side of the fucking machine)- none of that. It was heaven. I loved it, but perhaps the best part was when the coffee was gone and my assistant Merlot showed up to  accompany me with my daily task. She had no set time of showing up, whenever I felt the need for her presences I would simply pour me a glass. Sometimes this was a noon, sometimes 11am, sometimes 1pm.

Yes, it’s totally true and you can be jealous now—for five days straight I was totally lit and working from home! Oh the pure joy that comes from a bottle of Merlot and a cinnamon candle–I did find having an assistant such as herself made me quite the productive employee. Another perk of working from home that week was the fact I was able to pick the monster up from day-care almost an hour early every single day. I could tell he enjoyed it, now whether or not I enjoyed starting my motherly duties a hour early is another story.

Motherly duties; something else that also requires the assistance of merlot from time to time or in my case, every day. The monster at 3 years old is such an easy going kid, he doesn’t give me any trouble really (and I’d like to keep it that way) it’s just the constant flowing stream of actual motherhood that wears me down. It’s the mental awareness of everything that’s going on, the constant motion of it all. It’s a never ending journey my friends, one that’s full of new surprises along ups and downs every day. There’s no smooth paved road in this journey. Only bumpy, imperfect dirt roads where we proceed with caution while traveling in hopes of making it to the end in one piece. Dirt roads; very much like motherhood make for an imperfect journey with the ones with love accompanying us in the passenger seat.

Happy driving my friends and happy parenting!