I had a huge project due today, just a few weeks into this new job, one which is high level executive but allows me to work from home when I'm not traveling. So far, I don't mind it most days. The kids go off to school, and I settle into my desk. Holidays though, are a different story. Between the wee ones running in and out every five minutes, neighbour kids ringing the bell to play, the dog barking at the chaos, and incessant pleas of "mum, can't we go here, there, or the other place PLEASE???" ... well, I screwed up the project. I sent the wrong report to 43 people en masse today. Realized the mistake, and yet still managed to send out the wrong report a second time.
Retreated to my bathroom tonight, ignored the repeated knocking on the door from the kids, and alternately cried and kicked myself mentally for being so sloppy.
When the incessant arguing of the kids became too much, I retreated to the front porch. And here I sit in the dark and golden silence. They must have exhausted themselves fighting, because it's quiet now. Across the way, my neighbour's teen sneaks around the side of his house and lights up what is undoubtedly marijuana. I'm bitter and jaded... You think being a teen is stressful, I want to say, try being a parent!
It's one of those days.