I mentioned that yesterday Hubster had to go into work. He thought it would only be for a couple hours. He left around 10:30 and was home around 5:00. Time flies when you're having fun...I guess. He told me how much he appreciated my understanding and that I could sleep in this morning and he would take care of the kids. I DID sleep in...until 7:00. Puddin Pop came and got me, I took her downstairs, got her some juice, let the dog out, made a cup of coffee, let the dog in, grabbed my coffee and my laptop and came back up to bed. I let Hubster know that PP was downstairs. He got up, and went down with her. So, I'm working. I've abandoned my plush corner chair office in the living room and have retreated to my bed, for some peace, quiet and alone time.
As I sit on the bed, I look around my mess of a room (still nothing done with the re-vamp, but I'll get there) and am trying to figure out where I can put a desk for an upstairs office. I think I'll take Sunday mornings as a work day and get myself geared up for the week. I can get my list together for US Family Guide and the calls I want to make on Monday, post upcoming events and any reviews. I think being able to do it uninterrupted may make my life easier and will definitely cut down on the amount of time it will take me due to not having to refill sippy cups, find specific toys to prevent melt downs, and making meals and snacks. Of course, we'll have to set some guidelines. As I type this, I'm trying to get a 2 year old NOT to play with a 14 pound bowling ball she found in my closet. Sounds like I may have to use the lock on the door, or a megaphone to let Hubster know he's lost a kid.