A day in the life of a working-from-home Immi

Working from home is awesome.  It really is – I often think I must be the luckiest person in the world.  I love the paid-to-work-for-Samhain-Publishing part of my job; I love the writing part of my job; it's wonderful to be able to fit around ill children and school holidays and all that stuff.  I'm very lucky.

The downside is that in order to fit around ill children and school holidays and all that stuff, sometimes it feels like I'm doing three jobs.  We're in the middle of the Easter holidays here, so this morning I made boiled eggs and toast for Gloworm and a sleepover friend, then I unpacked and put away the two weeks' worth of groceries that were delivered in the middle of the egg-boiling, then I did some tidying, then I did some proof-reading on the Kindle, then I made a picnic lunch, then Abstract's mother (who's been staying for a couple of days) and I took Gloworm and Sleepover-Friend out to the local animal centre and butterfly farm, with a quick detour to buy sunhats and get cash.  Which was nice – it was a sunny day and we ate our picnic and bought coffees and icecreams and watched a bird of prey display and met some meerkats and a skunk.

Then we came home and I did the washing-up (the dishwasher has broken, oh woe) and did some laundry and made some drinks.  Then I took Sleepover-Friend home.  Then I washed and cut up a load of crudite-type vegetables, and made baba ghanoush and washed up again, and set the table for dinner.  And answered some emails.

Then we ate dinner and then I did some tidying and sorted out a pile of laundry.  At which point it was about half-past seven.

And then I sat down at the computer with a cup of tea and started paid work for the day.  It's now nearly midnight and I'm going to go to bed with the laptop so I can either answer a few more emails or get some writing done.

I'm not complaining.  I wouldn't change any of it.  It's just that sometimes I think, gosh, it's a good thing I really love my job!