Toiling From Home — Scrutinizing Your ‘Why’

As Work at Home Mothers, we chat about our “Why” as a positive thing. Our “Why” is our reason, our reason, our muse. We refer to our ‘Why’ when we need encouragement or inspiration to reach outside our soothe sector, to try a little tougher, to keep going even when it’s tough.

Our ‘Why’ helps us to triumph. Today I was soliciting “Why work from home” in a barely variant tone. Today, I am home with an ill pup and am up to my eyeballs in pup puke.

I’m new to this pup thing. I was urged up and down about how much work a pup is, and I thought “I have 2 kids. How tough might a pup conceivably be’

! ” Well, one variance is that newborn infants aren’t born with fangs — at minimum mine weren’t. So, in between changing the gauze patches on my destroyed arms (those teeth are acute!), and hours of pup school, I dropped in love with this fuzzy animal.

He was amalgamated to my list of “Why’s”. So, today, whilst I was configuring my work at home mother newsletter, in the background I hear my furr-ball start to vomit — once more. The thought that ran through my mind originally was not a glad “Why”.

It was more like:* “WHY in the world am I home to deal with this whilst my spouse gets to sit in a calm office all day’ “* “WHY isn’t HE trading with tidying up the 8th bunch of yucky stuff’ “* “WHY don’t I get some harmony and calm whilst I work’

! “After I tidied up the pup, stroked his head and got him tidy blankets, tossed in another load of wash, and scaled into bed with my ill 7 year old and my 3 year old to read tales, I had time to gather my opinions . A little bit (okay, a LOT) of pup puke was certain worth it.

And, later, when I made my telephone call to my spouse to inform him about our day, it wasn’t the pup-puke I was telling him about. I informed him how our baby girl stated that she desired to plant some marmalade beans to grow a marmalade bean tree. And, how the kids were playing the game of Life and I overheard their rules.

They determined that the individual who got the most parents into the automobile won. That’s why I stay at home. And, if a fluffy little tail starts wagging when I stroll into the room’