eldest daughter: where’s daddy?
me: at work.
eldest daughter: (incredulously) he has to work during the summer?!
youngest daughter: that stinks.
me: (silently, also incredulously) what the heck do you think i’m doing?
that was the exchange in my house this morning.
the truth is, having a home office is terrific. i can do all the things you think: stay in my pjs, work from my roof deck, run errands without worrying about face time. the other truth is that having a home office means to one’s kids — and still too often to others — that you don’t really work.
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