Working from home

When I went back to work after my maternity leave, I got a sweet deal where I work from home one day a week. I actually love being in the office, because I feel the whole team spirit, it's easier to communicate, etc etc etc... but one day at home is clutch to keeping sane, and here's why:

I normally don't get to work until 8 or 8:30, before which I have accomplished nothing except get myself and Brynna out the door.

Today, before 9:30 I had done all the normal things, plus cleaned the kitchen and sorted laundry (4 loads! gRrrrr.) and reviewed a building model for work. And now I can set the timer so that laundry can be done throughout the day. It seems ridiculous that this is such a big help, but it is, because clean clothes for 3 people don't just magically appear (where's my house elf damnit?!?!?!?!).

And that's your glimpse into the life of Beka.

PS - Cati Knab, it was fun seeing you this weekend :)

PPS - Anybody want to run the Philadelphia Half Marathon on Nov 22nd?

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  1. Anonymous7:06 PM

    and i loved seeing you as well :-) Really, i hope we can keep up any sort of visits for years to come.

    ~ CatiKnab

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