I want to work. I want to go to an office again. I want to drop my kids off in the loving, nurturing hands of a daycare provider. I want to sip my coffee leisurely as I skim through my emails. I want to say "good morning" to coworkers and hear about their lives. I want to be responsible for projects. I want to be uninterrupted for an hour at a time.
I am currently trying to work from home. It's futile. I have a writing project that I've been trying to work on for a week. Shouldn't be too hard. Somehow it feels IMPOSSIBLE. I'm easily distracted and interrupted. I'm worn down. I'm a mom responsible for 3 kids. Yes, my hands are full. I always thought working from home would be the ideal scenario. But honestly, it might be if I had daycare lined up. As it stands, I'm doing everything myself and that's a full time job (unpaid) by itself.
Might as well just resign myself to my new reality, right? It doesn't make sense to go to work right now with so many children and variables. I will wait it out and keep trying.
This writing needs to be done. I can't think clearly. It's quiet and peaceful for the moment as all are sleeping, but the l'il chickenhawk will awake soon. Must. Write. Now. It seems I've lost my ability to be sharp-minded and convincing in my marketing writing. Where is the passion and drive? Gone??? Hope not.