Are there work-at-home parents out there that actually succeed in getting their children to respect their work at home arrangements? If so, please give me tips. Please.
For things here have gone nuts. I remember reading (or maybe watching) a story about a woman who had started a cookie business in her house and when it was time for her to bake, she’d hang a cookie-jar-of-construction-paper sign on the kitchen door to let the family know it was baking time and she was not to be disturbed. Then she’d bake and, shockingly, HER CHILDREN DIDN’T DISTURB HER.
Let’s take a reality check of what would happen at my house. My children would not disturb me for 3.4 seconds. Then all three of them, even if previously gainfully and calmly employed in playtime activities, would launch themselves into the kitchen. One would fall on the floor and immediately begin kicking and screaming (any one, though likely smallest twin) and the others would stick parts of themselves (faces, hands, etc) into the cookie batter rendering it unfit for sale even after high-temperature baking. And they’d start yelling about wanting to stir and crack eggs and the like; when we make cookies now, for our family, the 5 minute process has to be split into maybe 5,608 steps so that everyone can feel included and it takes seven hours. Though no one seems to care about being included in the “clean up” step.
Ok, so that would be if I ran a cookie business. Which I do not. Instead I do marketing consulting (and Detours) from home. My tasks: writing on the computer, emailing, and of late, many conference calls. NONE of these items are interesting to my children. So you would think they could involve themselves in any one of myriad activities around my house – toys, games, blah blah blah. But the only time they can be reliably counted upon to play by themselves and not fight is about 7:55 at night, when they’ll enter into an enriching and fulfilling game RIGHT before we have to stop them to go to bed.
So what happens? Inevitably I get on a conference call (and let’s back up a second to say that half the time these are rescheduled or postponed with a minute lead time so if I’ve gotten them occupied with a show or something, then I have to let them watch it – because they don’t relate to me turning off the tv and saying “We’ll reschedule your show for my call”.) And they begin to yell. I have a phone with a mute button THANK GOD because otherwise clients and customers far and wide would hear “Mommy wipe my bottom” not once not twice but THREE times per call; my children’s bathroom habits seemed tied directly to the phone in some obscure way. I mute and wipe, I mute and carry yellers down to the basement playroom and slam the door – and lately, I have to mute and carry my computer, notebook, phone, and pregnant belly up the stairs to my room – where I lock the door – and then go into my closet – close the door – and carry on the business that allows me to work from home. Surrounded by smelly sneakers, my husband’s pajama bottoms discarded on the closet floor, etc. GLAMOUR.
Yesterday, sitting in my closet abode like a troll or a hobbit or something, I was blabbing away (after listening to my children fight and fight and fight all afternoon) with the doors securely locked and I heard them knocking. Knocking. Knocking. No one was SCREAMING, just the knocking (I already told them that the next time someone screamed outside my door, it better be because a body part had fallen off) and I ignored it. It eventually stopped. I finished my call, and came out…and they were all calmly not fighting and playing in a bedroom, all on their own, peacefully and happily. I think it was less because I had let them hash it out and more because they sensed the call had come to an end. I was done working. So then why not be quiet and play?
Here are the other bits of advice I have gotten from other working moms:
One, my accountant friend, went through such a crunch at tax time that her children became absolutely fluent in Spanish. Dora related, sure, but come on! It’s another language!
My other marketing friend has taken plenty a call from her Toyota Sienna. If Toyota’s current safety problems persist, they may want to go with the “It’s a soundproof office in your driveway” approach.
And then there is the old cop-out: hire a babysitter.
The thing is, when my sitter is here, INEVITABLY there are no calls to make or receive. And I end up saying what am I paying for here? I beg my children (they don’t ever remember their side of the bribe); I threaten them (“Mommy will have to go work in an office!”) – they don’t care. So I guess I’ll just continue as I am. In the fall they’ll all be in school for part of the time, so that will help. I’ll have a new baby – but surely he/she will know not to cry during calls?
