Sunday, December 22, 2019
All Of It
I wonder sometimes what my children and my husband think I do each day. If they wonder how many hours I spend with clients, how many hours I spend in transit, or even how much time I spend at home working on mundane tasks such as laundry and dishes and packing backpacks for the next day. I wonder even if they view it as work. Because I am self employed, I am not accountable to anyone except for the clients that I schedule appointments with. I keep my own schedule and my days are my own.
Most days are actually filled with clients, writing and editing. Sometimes a bit of housework for good measure. But I have found that it is all work. Don't get me wrong, work doesn't have a negative connotation to me. Work is important, fulfilling and essential. Work is something where I see results. I complete important tasks and then I am able to see the fruits of my labor. But work sometimes can also be all consuming.
I work a lot at night on my laptop. I catch up on emails, respond to client questions, and research purchasing decisions for clients. I write a lot of short stories, edit other people's work and occasionally write a blog post. I edit my own writing, other people's newsletters and even map out plans for future writing commissions and projects. It is all work.
There are times when I have to work when my kids are still up and awake in the evening. Once I get them fed and settled and occupied, the work begins. I have had to shush my kids quite a few times, especially this week, because for some reason they often select the room that I am working in to sing entire scores from musicals or they decide that watching Star Wars at full volume is a appropriate. And I am easily distracted.
Lily will ask, "What are you doing?"
To which I will reply, "I am conducting business."
She usually giggles at this response and says something like, "Business. So much business."
The other day, I couldn't figure out what was taking Lily so long to get ready. She was upstairs and I had already called her 3 times. I hollered up and asked what she was doing. She shouts in return, " Business! I am conducting business!"
Really, anything that occupies our time can be business. I may have pulled a child of mine aside at church this morning to "conduct some business". AKA, that child needed to be disciplined in a public place.
My husband and I went out today to finish Christmas shopping, to the grocery store and out to lunch. The kids stayed home. Sure, we could have brought them with, but wanted to spend some time together and get a last few small gifts for Zach. We had business to attend to.
Josh and I are making an asserted effort to spend time together or at least in close proximity as much as possible. (We both work a lot and have a lot of evening commitments.) This evening after I fed the kids, Josh and I sat down to play a few hands of cards. The kids kept interrupting with additional food requests and questions about iPad passwords. I turned to my daughter and son and said, "Guys, your dad and I are conducting the business of playing cards. We will be with you in a bit." They already think we are weird, so a statement such as this isn't surprising.
All of it really is business.
Excuse me. I have more business to conduct this evening before putting the kids to bed.
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