5.00 am: Alarm goes off. THIS IS MY CHANCE TO WORK BEFORE THE CHILDREN AWAKE. I trudge to front room to retrieve laptop.
5.02 am: Cat begins noisily retching outside door.
5.10 am: I open Final Draft, and type first sentence in current draft of 18th century comedy drama adaptation, introducing Zombie Samuel Johnson.
5.11 am: 6 month old son begins bibbling in next room.
5.12 am: Working day ends.
9 comments:
Oh God. This is my life!!
Sympathy +10
We just need to learn how to type at 5000wpm, I reckon, then it's all sorted.
You got further than I did - I'd only managed to open Word.
2yr-old Elfling is still not convinced about sleeping past 5am (this is progress; a few weeks ago it was 4.30 or earlier), nor about naps longer than half an hour, so my working day happens after her bedtime, 8pm. I don't work much these days.
I've given up trying to work from home. It used to be the place I could get my head down and finish an urgent piece of work in peace and quiet. That's all been ruined by my wife who's interpretation of me 'working from home' is 'a spare pair of hands to help with the baby while she does stuff around the house'.
Me: "I absolutely have to get this presentation finished this afternoon, or I'm going to get fired and we'll end up living in a skip in the Midlands."
Wife: "Yeah. Can you keep an eye on him while I go to the shop."
It's nice to know I'm not alone in doing this.
If you had a machine that turned baby noise into coherent comedy...send me a mail, we'd make a shit load!! No joke!!
I’m just bone idle, but I suppose a small child would give my intertia a thin veneer of respectability. Along with a splash of puke and a distinct odour of farty milk.
If you can fit time into your clearly busy schedule(!) or get bored check out my blog: www.stephennelsoncomedy.co.uk :-)
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