with Mir Kamin
I'm a freelance writer and mother of two working from home, which theoretically means I can set my own schedule so as to best accommodate my family. In reality, "flexible hours" often equals "working too much." Yes, I'm my own boss; no, that doesn't mean life is easy. It's hard to leave the office when you live there. But I love what I do and feel very lucky. And not just because I get paid to work in my pajamas.
To learn more about Mir, check out her profile on Work It, Mom! or visit her blog at http://www.wouldashoulda.com/
Funny how just a couple of days ago I was on top of the world, extolling the virtues of freelancing, talking about how great it all is.
I should really know better, by now. I am not all that smart, it turns out.
The little tickle in the back of my throat while I wrote the last post morphed into a full-fledged… ummm, crud… and by the time we started the party, I was popping Sudafed like candy. I am the master of the Game Face, though, and so got through the event without any problems. Afterwards, however, as I slumped on the couch with a few friends who stayed late, and someone may have commented on my Barry-White-esque voice. Hmph.
I’ve been here before, of course. There’s no such thing as a sick day when you freelance. I have no time to be sick. Blah blah blah whine whine blah blah.
I should probably take my neti pot, my vitamin C, my kleenex, and my laptop to bed. And shut up.
Of course, I want to know why I’m sick. Did I get myself all stressed out, getting ready for this week’s event? Did I overextend myself with other work? Was I not getting enough sleep? The answer to all of these questions is “Of course, dummy,” but that’s always the answer and I’m not always sick. Even trying to blame this on having gloated about having my house cleaned is tenuous. The reality is that somewhere I picked up some cold germs and here I am. Boring, but true.
Yesterday I managed to sneak in a nap and get to bed early. Today I have several assignments needing completion before I can do the same. And of course, I’m still packing lunches and driving the kids to activities and all of that.
At least my house is nice and clean.
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