Working in the Livingroom

I have a "work space" in the living room. It's a desk and a super yard baby gate.I usually enjoy crafting, writing etc...in the middle of everything. I have a view out the window of the backyard and of Riley's art table and play kitchen to my right. There's lots of sunlight coming in and I can hear when the washer/dryer stop. The difference this weekend is that my 9yr old is staging a continuous battle of wills with no regard to how big, small or even pleasant a request is and my 2.5yr's volume knob seems to have broken off.

I made multiple requests for Mike to be on kid duty this weekend so I could finish my work for my company's first event next weekend. It would be important to me either way because the guest of honor is my sister-in-law. I want to give her a great shower and make a good first impression. I've got a great team on this one and I'm working with a unique, fun theme (which is my FAVORITE) so things are going great. I just needed a few hours to finish up some projects.

Mike, bless his good intentioned heart, decided I couldn't work at my desk single moment more without additional shelving. We did recently shuffle things to make room for Leeloo's big girl bed and he did use all pieces we already had, but I had no access to my desk most of the morning Saturday. Once the new shelf was up my desk was demolished so it took awhile to get it back into a state I could work in and by then nap was over. Sigh.

I got a few things done Saturday, but nowhere near what I'd hoped. So, this morning as Tangled blared and Riley sung along at the top of her lungs I tried again. It's the stop and start that throws a wrench in the creative process. If you can't see each step in your idea to an ending point you lose momentum or the idea entirely. Perhaps you're painting letters on a banner with a stencil and a 2.5yr old in dress up clothes grabs hold of your desk chair forcefully turning it towards her while proclaiming that she needs her movie restarted. Argh. Maybe, you're trying to write something clever for a shower game that will become a keepsake for the new parents and even through headphones blaring music you hear your 9yr old asking in a whiny almost tearful tone for help finding something for his lunch (that you are positive is right in front of him). Sigh.

I have accepted that whether my business takes off or not I will never be granted an 8hr work day. That's ok, but when I have a hard time getting an uninterrupted hour or two a week it's really disheartening. It all got done because well, I wouldn't have it any other way, no matter what. It's just more adapting to motherhood in another context. I know the kids won't always be happy to make forts together on the weekend. Angst and broken volume knobs and all I like their chaos better then the idea of how quiet the house will be in a few years when they're both in school all day.