cat named pig

“How’s working from home going?” you ask (well, maybe not you, reading this, but a lot of people have been asking me that question lately, and the answer varies wildly depending on the day).

Today’s answer to that question would be the following story about how I spent my morning:

I got up, got dressed in workout clothes, and threw my laptop in my bag before heading to the gym. (This was after dropping Siena off at school, because we missed the bus when she announced upon arriving at the bus stop corner that she absolutely HAD to go potty, right that minute, couldn’t wait till she got to school, etc., PANIC, etc., etc.)

So we got to the gym, I signed Elliot in to the kids’ gym, and grabbed a table to do some quick work before going upstairs to exercise. . . aaaaaand proceeded to sit there, working, for two hours. At which time I had to go get Elliot and take him home for lunch. The only muscles exercised were my fingers from typing (and from dialing the number of the Montessori program where Elliot goes one morning a week, to ask if we could add a morning because clearly this is not enough work time).

So that’s how working from home the gym is going.