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/
Part of the reason I wanted to freelance instead of working a “regular” job was so that I could be more available for my kids, and my schedule more flexible. So it’s at times like this I remind myself that this is exactly what I wanted.
See, right now I’m in a cabin. In the mountains. With my son’s school! Or, at least, many of the children from my son’s school. Many lovely, delightful, oh-my-gosh-so-very-loud children from my son’s school. We are on an extended field trip and I’m sure it’s going to be lots of fun… even if I cannot hear myself think, at the moment.
But it’s okay, because I have my computer, and my wireless modem, and even though I’m theoretically helping to shepherd way too many kids as they run around in circles and scream at the top of their lungs (I’m sure it’s educational, somehow), I’m also managing to sneak away to do a little bit of work.
Of course, tomorrow we’ll be at a museum for a good chunk of the day, so I won’t be able to work then. If I want to get anything done for the first half of the day, I’ll need to get up early and work before we head out. But I brought extra coffee, so maybe that’ll work.
Days like today, I feel both profoundly grateful for the flexibility my job offers me and, conversely, aggravated that I can’t just pack it in for a couple of days and focus solely on the kids. I realize this is ridiculous. I’m lucky that I can wok anywhere.
On the other hand, in the time it took me to type this, I was asked for two cups of water, asked when dinner would be ready three times, and had to listen to an extended plea for a side trip we’re not actually going to be taking. And just to be clear: none of that came from my own child. (He knows better than to bug me while I’m working.) The other parents here are relaxing and chatting and enjoying themselves, and as soon as I finish up just a few more things, I can probably go join them.
I probably just need to take a deep breath, power through the work I have left, and then turn off the computer for the rest of the night. But there’s a decent chance that I’ll need to go hide outside in my car to get that done.
Isn’t mobility marvelous? Kind of? (As me again tomorrow, maybe.)
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