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Cornered Office

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/

Sometimes life makes my dizzy

Categories: Maybe I can pencil in a nap, Now I'm free(lancing), Uncategorized

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Literally. Dammit.

Over a dozen years ago, I came down with an inner ear infection at work. At the time, I was working at a giant IBM site, and when I was struck with a sudden intense dizziness in the ladies’ bathroom, one of my colleagues called our on-site paramedics. I was terribly embarrassed by the whole thing; they started checking me for things like signs of a stroke, and I was in my early 20s. It turned out to be an inner ear thing, though, which pretty much just disturbs equilibrium and is annoying.

I’d totally forgotten about that until yesterday, when the same thing happened again. Fortunately, now I work at home, alone, with no one to ask me if I can stick out my tongue straight except the dog, and come to think of it, she doesn’t talk no matter how dizzy I get.
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I can’t volunteer! I must volunteer!

Categories: A mother's work is never done, Maybe I can pencil in a nap

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You know that old routine with the damsel and the villain where he says, “You must pay the rent!” and she says, “I can’t pay the rent!” and they go back and forth until the swarthy hero appears and says, “I’ll pay the rent!”? That’s sort of the conversation that goes on in my head about volunteering at my kids’ schools. Except that I’m both the villain and the damsel, and no one ever swoops in and offers to pay my rent.

Okay, maybe it’s a lousy metaphor.

Except that it’s not, because I’ve always said that one of the biggest perks of working from home is that I’m free to be really involved in my kids’ activities and to pitch in where I’m needed. When we moved to Georgia two years ago I dove in head-first: PTA, other parent committees, classroom volunteer, event staff for various school functions, etc. I was happy to be able to do it.

Until I started resenting it all.
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BlogHer is not a sorority meeting

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If you’ve been around the female blogosphere this week you’ve likely noticed that there are a lot of posts about next week’s BlogHer conference. How to prepare mentally. What to wear. What to bring. Which parties to attend. And the angst; lord, the angst over it all. I feel like someone put me in a time machine and plunked me back down in my dorm room, circa 1989, when most of my fellow freshmen were freaking out about sorority rush.

Does the world need another “Stop freaking out about BlogHer!” post? Probably not.

Am I going to write one anyway? Why yes. Yes, I am.

Because, seriously, the level of freak-out I see happening around me is just making me sad for y’all. When I read these angst-laden posts, I wonder why people are even going, if they’re that anxious about it. So. Stop! Breathe! And then read this.
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Little office in the big mountains

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It’s like any other morning here in my office—the kids are still asleep, I’m sitting here in my pajamas, coffee by my side, tapping away on my computer.

But actually, this is unlike any other morning in my office, because today I’m sitting in a camper in the Adirondack mountains, 1100 miles from home, and the sleeping children are about ten feet away on their bunks (and thankfully they slept through me banging around our tiny kitchen, figuring out how to use my new French press). We’re at a very nice KOA campground that has free wireless, which is a Very Good Thing because it turns out that there’s no cellular signal up here to speak of. And that means my MiFi is useless.

Today we’ll go hiking and maybe fishing, and the grown-ups will sit around chatting while the children run off to play, and I will marvel over the fact that I can sit in the midst of it and both relax and get some work done as needed.

Here’s the nitty gritty on how my mobile set-up is working for me:
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How to get all shopped out

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Did you shop this past holiday weekend? Did you check out the Thanksgiving Door Busters, the Black Friday Deals, the Weekend Bargains, and the Cyber Monday Specials?

I did. And I wasn’t even shopping for me.

I’ve been running Want Not for about two and a half years, now, and there’s one thing I’m finally learning: There’s nothing that will ruin my love of shopping more than the Black Friday/Cyber Monday weekend. It’s exhausting, trying to track all of those deals in the space of just a few days. I worked harder and longer hours this past long weekend than I have all year. And I wasn’t even shopping for myself!

I’m all shopped out.
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Post-election, still business as usual

Categories: A mother's work is never done, Maybe I can pencil in a nap

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So in my last post, I talked about the impossibility of concentrating on election day. If only I could get through that, I could get back on track. Or so I told myself.

But then yesterday, well, I was exhausted. We’d stayed up late watching the election returns and the speeches, and yesterday I drank a lot of coffee and dragged around trying to get work done. All of the work I hadn’t managed to do the previous day, and all of the work I needed to do yesterday. While exhausted. Some of my finest stuff, right there. (Or not.)

Today I have to do all of the stuff I didn’t get done from the previous two days, as well as what I should be doing today, and I have to say—I think I’m experiencing PESL.
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We’re busy, but well-fed

Categories: A mother's work is never done, Maybe I can pencil in a nap

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In light of my last post, I thought it might make sense to talk about a way in which my family has been affected by the changing economy.

And while I’m not going to cheer for the rising costs of groceries, or anything, I definitely do see this one as a blessing in disguise: After a few months of out-of-control food spending, we made the decision to start planning out our meals and only going to the store once a week.

Now, sure, I’d always sort of planned meals, you know, in the theoretical, “hey, this is on sale and I could make that recipe with it” sort of way, but I’d never planned a week’s menu and shopped specifically for it. No, I was always running out to the store for that one ingredient I needed or—worse!—crying uncle and ordering a pizza on a busy day because I just never managed to figure out dinner.
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Pride goeth before a fall

Categories: A mother's work is never done, Maybe I can pencil in a nap, Now I'm free(lancing)

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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.
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Let me check my calendar (and my blood pressure)

Categories: A mother's work is never done, Maybe I can pencil in a nap

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[To start: Thanks so much to everyone who left such kind comments on my last post, right when my husband had rushed off to be with his mom, who's in the ICU. She's still in critical condition, but she's stable, and although no one seems sure of what happens next, this is---for now, at least---good news.]

Needless to say, it’s been a crazy week or two, here. All of the things I’d planned to tend to before the kids headed back to school, all of the fun things we thought we’d be able to squeeze in… well, not a lot got done. And now school is starting in a couple of days, and I’ve been telling everyone how “I can’t wait for school to start! I’m going to have so much time to myself, again!”

This is because I smoke crack.
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Confessions of a sleepaholic

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Hi. My name is Mir. And I… I… I’m a sleepaholic.

(Now you say… “Hi, Mir!”)

My story isn’t any different from anyone else’s, really. Despite society’s insistence that the average American adult should be able to function on five to six hours of sleep each night, the older I got, the more clear it became that I truly require close to eight or nine hours to feel “normal.” I knew it was wrong, I suppose, and yet… the sheets on my bed were just so cool, so comfortable. I gave in to their siren song, again and again. And when my schedule doesn’t allow for sleeping in (most of the time) I resort to napping.

I’m so ashamed. But I hear admitting my addiction is the first step in recovery.
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