I have a great neighbor who I really do like, but who finds it necessary to give me a hard time, whenever possible, about being an at-home mom. (If he ever reads this blog, I know he knows who I am talking about!) I have to admit, it definitely gets my dander up, to say the least, but I know it’s all in good fun. Being at-home is a rarity in this ‘hood; I’m one of only two moms in nineteen houses that doesn’t work outside the home. The other one doesn’t work at all. I don’t think my neighbor believes that I actually make an income from writing, but whatever. He jokes constantly about “how busy” my days must be. GRRRRR.
Well, here’s this she-woman’s morning in a nutshell. Don’t tell me I’m not busy. And by the way dude, Thursday’s my easiest day of the week.
Woke at 4:30 to work.
Wrote two articles for two different clients and sent them off.
Researched a third piece.
Watered all the flowers and shrubs.
Woke kids. Dressed, fed and got Logan on her way.
Watered the lawn.
Cleaned up the kitchen.
Vacuumed first floor.
Dug out entire vegetable garden, removed all grass and dumped it behind our fence.
Shoveled and wheel barrowed two whole yards of top soil mixed with compost from the pile about 100 yards away from my new vegetable garden.
I swear, I don’t remember anything other than childbirth being as tough when it comes to physical labor. I am skipping my regular Thursday trip to the gym for sure. All this by 11 AM? I doubt I need to tell you how many interruptions there were from the peanut gallery.
With a light-hearted spirit – of course - I challenge my comedian neighbor to a busy-ness contest. Any day. Bring it on!!
Time to make lunch.