OK — I think I did this all wrong. Today was my first day to permanently work from home and I worked 9.5 hours with one 15 minute break, slugging down leftover soup in my kitchen. Now, here I am after dinner, back at the computer to finish some things up.
And people think working from home is easier!
If I keep going like this I’m likely to have a meltdown. I need to find a pace, realize when it’s time to end the day and stick to it. Tomorrow I must leave the house and register my daughter for the afterschool program so that I can travel next week. This is a non-negotiable. There will have to be a stopping point where I get up and walk away — perhaps this will help.
I can see now that there was some value in racing out the office door at 5:30pm because I had a kid/s to pick up. Now I don’t have that, there are still kids to attend to, dinner to make, life to lead . . . it shouldn’t be harder to be accountable to oneself than it is to be accountable to others.
Mondays are always tough and I’m coming back from a really long time off so I’m going to cut myself some slack for today’s mess of a schedule and start fresh tomorrow.
