My oldest wanders into our home office, his latest piece of art in hand. “This is great, bud! I love the detail on the alligator.” He lingers, rambling on about alligators versus crocodiles and his plan to visit the Everglades someday.
“Hey, love, Mommy’s working right now. You need to find something to do.” Where is my husband? This is my workday. … Isn’t he entertaining this kid? I hear the lawnmower rumble past the house. Oh.
“Why don’t you sit on the floor here and draw?” It seems like a good idea, but Oh.my.gosh how noisy can drawing be?! When I’m trying to concentrate: VERY.
I ask Zippy to work on his project in the kitchen instead. “But I just want to be near you,” he says, which is admittedly super sweet. Unfortunately, things fall apart from there. Such is the life of a work-from-home parent in the summer!