Last we talked, which was some time ago (apologies, I fell victim to the common blogger problem - head full of steam out of the gate, then burnout), I was complaining about how work really begins on Sunday. The fretting, the worrying, the anticipation of trouble. It was almost as if you should just clock in and get it over with.
Well, quite by accident, I discovered the cure. Schedule yourself from morning until night on Sunday, but this time, with fun stuff. For the last two weekends, we've had very busy Sundays. First with our daughter's 2nd birthday party (thank you grandpa & grandma for organizing that for us) and this week with a trip to friends for visiting, swimming and a small feast.
In the past, I'd always reserved Sundays for "recovery" so that I'd arrive to work on Monday morning rested and ready to go. What I've found, however, is that by doing so, you start to do work, mentally, for hours before you're actually at work. In essence, you rob yourself and your family of your time by doing this. And it's not like it makes the week any easier. All that work is still waiting for you.
Which brings me to the second thing I talked about last week. Working 9-6 and no more than that.
Ha.
That didn't go as planned.
Day one I got up early, before hubby and baby and thought "I'll just get this out of the way before she wakes up." So I started work at around 7am and essentially didn't knock off until about 7 that night. But, I must say, I did take care of some personal stuff during the day, so the actual number of hours I worked was only about 8. But I lost most of my day and evening threading it through work responsibilities.
Working from home has benefits, and drawbacks, but it certainly blurs the lines between work and personal time.
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