Today, I am home with a sick young puppy and am up to my eyeballs in young puppy puke.I’m brand-new to this young puppy thing. I was warned up and down about how much work a young puppy is, and I thought “I have 2 children. A little bit (ok, a LOT) of puppy puke was sure worth it.And, later, when I made my phone call to my other half to tell him about our day, it wasn’t the puppy-puke I was telling him about … I informed him how our child said that she desired to plant some jelly beans to grow a jelly bean tree.
As Work at House Moms, we discuss our “Why” as a positive thing. Our “Why” is our purpose, our reason, our muse. We describe our ‘Why’ when we require inspiration or motivation to reach outside our convenience zone, to try a little more difficult, to keep going even when it’s tough. Our ‘Why’ assists us to succeed.Today I was asking”Why work from home “in a slightly different tone. Today, I am house with a sick puppy and depend on my eyeballs in young puppy puke.I’m new to this young puppy thing. I was cautioned up and down about how much work a pup is, and I believed “I have two kids. How hard can a puppy possibly be ?!” Well, one distinction is that newborn infants aren’t born with fangs– at least mine weren’t. So, in between altering the gauze spots on my shredded arms (those teeth are sharp!), and hours of puppy school, I fell in love with this furry beast. He was added to my list of “Why’s”.
Today, while I was composing my work at home mother newsletter, in the background I hear my furr-ball start to vomit– again. The thought that ran through my mind at first was not a happy “Why”. It was more like:
* “WHY in the world am I home to handle this while my spouse gets to being in a quiet office throughout the day?”
* “WHY isn’t HE handling tidying up the 8th stack of yucky stuff?”
* “WHY don’t I get any peace and peaceful while I work ?!”
After I tidied up the pup, rubbed his head and got him clean blankets, included another load of laundry, and climbed up into bed with my ill 7 years of age and my 3 year old to read stories, I had time to gather my ideas. A bit (ok, a LOT) of pup puke made sure worth it.And, later on, when I made my telephone call to my spouse to tell him about our day, it wasn’t the puppy-puke I was telling him about … I told him how our child said that she wished to plant some jelly beans to grow a jelly bean tree. And, how the kids were playing the game of Life and I overheard their rules. They decided that the person who got the most parents into the vehicle won. That’s why I stay at home.And, if a furry little tail starts wagging when I stroll into the room? Well, that’s sure an added bonus.So, the next time your warm and caring “Why” turns into a plea for help, take a deep breath and think about all the memories you would be missing out on– both good and not-so-good, if you weren’t a work at house mama.
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