When my first child was born in 2001, I decided I wanted to keep working, but from home.
At first, it was a shock to my system. I thought about my computer in the next room and wondered if any urgent emails were sitting there unanswered. It was almost as if I pretended that I didn't have a baby at home with those I interacted with professionally. I took calls any time any day regardless of importance. I worked whenever I had a spare moment. (Although, in all fairness, I did have more spare moments then, than I do now.)
I knew something needed to change when my son woke up early babbling in his crib and I crouched in a coat closet to finish a conference call.
By the time my daughter came onto the scene, and then my third child just eight months ago, I had become more comfortable in my work-at-home skin. Perhaps this was out of necessity, or just in order to survive! I started scheduling calls, letting calls go to voice mail during dinner, and working more when my kids slept. I realized I could control my schedule as long as I prioritized and, at the end of the day, I could still reach my professional goals.
The lines between work and home are still blurry, but that can be a good thing. I haven't hid in a closet in six years. And I get at least two more hours in the day -- the time I used to spend commuting on the train -- to play Chutes and Ladders or enjoy a princess tea party!
About the Author:
Erin helps other Moms work from home and balance family life while contributing to their household incomes. http://workathomeunited.com/ehill
cathy b