… or How Many Distractions Can One Household Provide!
Like so many others these days, I find myself working from a home office … dragging files and supplies home in a banker’s box. Going on three weeks now, I find I miss going into work (don’t tell hubby that or I’ll never get retired).
My routine has been significantly disrupted and I struggle to find focus or a clear desktop from which to work. I already had piles of filing or projects to work on and they’ve been shoved to the side to accommodate client files, accident reports, medical records and medical bills for preparation of settlement demand letters.
Added to the distraction are the dogs. They wander in/out, ask to be picked up, demand treats and/or more potty trips. Toys are dragged into the office to later be navigated and/or stepped on. In an attempt to gain some semblance of “normal” (whatever that is in a dog household), they are banished – the two adults to the front room and the puppy to the kitchen. The puppy finally decides she’s had enough after an hour or so and starts whining. Which sets Teller to whining. Which then turns into full-blown howling by all three. At some point, it just disintegrates into barking and doesn’t stop until I exit the office.
Evidently, if they can’t see me, they can’t hear me either as “quiet!” and “enough!” go ignored. I guess this is a good excuse as any to take a break, stretch, find something to drink and send everyone outside for a quick potty run.
Repeat ad nauseam.