So today was the first day of my work-at-home part-time schedule. My new work schedule is very similar to some of my other co-workers (including Sara and Cara of this very blog!), where I still work 30 hours a week. I work M-W in the office, Thursday at home, and I have Friday off.
The first day of working from home was an interesting one. My dreams of Owen kicking and rolling on the ground beside me, cooing and entertaining himself while I worked at my desk didn’t quite come true.
The day was half over, and I felt like I ran a marathon.
Between calling in to meetings, returning emails, writing concepts, feeding, changing, and putting O down for naps (plus, letting out my crazy dog 3289423 times), I felt myself counting down the hours until 5 o’clock, so I could log off from work and finally get to actually spend time with Owen.
Since I logged on at 8 am to start my “work” part of my work day, when 4:30 rolled around I got down on the floor to roll around with my son. We got to spend a few hours together playing before his bedtime, instead of riding in a car home from work and daycare.
And for those blissful two hours, it was worth it.