I imagine it’s pretty challenging for a parent to work from home while children are cooped up there, too. How many times a day does your little angel interrupt your train of thought? Has any mom needed to breastfeed a noisy eater or take a toddler to the bathroom while on a conference call? Why do the siblings start squabbles at the least convenient times? Surely a sense of humor helps, and a LOT of patience.
We’re into the second week of Home also being Office. Humor and patience are required. There are no children in our home. But, I’m here.
A year ago, Dave worked from home for a while after my back surgery. It was difficult for me to get in and out of the shower and we were both nervous that I might slip or lose my balance and fall. My dear husband sat in the bathroom with me during the first few showers, then began taking phone calls for work as I progressed. Sitting at the dining room table, he was close to the bathroom and attentive if I called for him.
I was limited in how far I could bend and reach. One morning, when I was finished showering, I called for him to get my towel. He was on his cell phone with a colleague who was never the wiser (I HOPE) to Dave assisting me in my dripping wet nakedness.Thank you, Dave.
At this time, we have our 30 year old son Kyle living with us, sleeping and working in the basement. Our house is spacious, except for where the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, basement, and den in which I’m sleeping converge. Kyle has been inconvenienced with me on the first floor, politely coming upstairs and then climbing to the second floor to use the bathroom during the night. He is super considerate about my privacy, challenging since the door for my room has 15 glass panels, but who wants to see their mom dressing or changing clothes?!
Dave in his dining room office on left,
the door to Kyle’s basement room and office on right.
And making a 180 degree turn –
My bedroom and desk to the left
and the bathroom on the right.
So, this morning I took my clothes into the bathroom, showered, dried off, applied deodorant and reached for my undergarment (not a bra – are other women still wearing those now?). I had forgotten my underwear and didn’t want to risk crossing to the bedroom to get a pair.
Me: “Da-ave”
Dave: “Hold on a second, John.”
Me: (peeking out the door, mouthing the words) “I need some undies.”
The same kind of awkward moments happen in a household of adults, we just try to keep them a little quieter. Hope this made you laugh. I’d like to hear your stories, with your discretion, of course.
