Since the magazine I worked for in Manhattan folded last January, I've been cobbling gigs together, oftentimes working from home.
When I worked in the city, the snow didn't affect me. Not the way it does when I'm working from my home, which is in a resort town by the bay on Long Island. Snow piles up in my driveway and the nearby village literally shuts down. The kid seems to wake up particularly early on these days, crackling with manic energy-although I woke up to the same assignments and deadlines. Moms who work from home can tell you that it isn't always a cakewalk, even when you tell the kiddo that you've gotta hold off on checking out his maze drawings because you've got a book review due tomorrow, and he actually doesn't latch on to your neck and try to kill you.
I love my son, but he's definitely in a phase of non-stop chatter. I'll leave the room and hear him calling out, "Boogers! Boogers!" in a gleeful incantation that believe me, seems adorable at first butRead More »from There Are No Snow Days For the WAHM