Working at home is nice. I can wear what I like. No one is ever in the bathroom. I always know if the coffee is good. There is no one honking snot into a tissue five feet away. I don’t have to fight for a decent parking space. And no one comes by my desk every five minutes to interrupt me.
But this doesn’t mean there aren’t distractions. The laundry is right there. The quilt I am desperate to finish is right there. The dinner I’m cooking later is right there. But these things are easy to ignore day to day.
Bentley is another story. We are home alone together all day. Not really alone because Medicine is here but since she sleeps on my bed all day and wouldn’t change her nap schedule for anything less than a hurricane, Bentley and I are alone.
Instead of coffee breaks, I take Bentley breaks. We step into the backyard to play super fetch or we walk to the mailbox together. He has a special pillow in my office where he hangs out pretty much all day. Once in a while his playfulness gets the best of him and he brings me his favorite toy. He starts by dropping it at my feet. If I ignore this, he will nose my elbow while I’m typing. Then he graduates to whining. Then to putting his paws on the armrest of my chair and pleading.
Look at that face! It’s hard to look away from a face that sweet. It’s a bad habit, I know, but I will toss his toy down the hallway while I work. He brings it back, I toss. Fetch, toss, fetch, toss.
Some days it almost makes me wish I had Honking Snot Man to deal with instead. Almost. 🙂