A Day in the Life of Working from Home with Kids — One Moore Thing

When you have four kids with a full time job that allows you to set your own hours and it’s summer and you’ve exhausted your summer camp budget, have already been on “vacation,” the reality is that you have to balance motherhood and working from home.

The reality is that there is not much balance. Here is what a typical day in the life of working from home with kids looks like: 

11 p.m. the night before: tomorrow is going to be so productive I can feel it! 

6 a.m.- alarm goes off. Immediately hit the snooze button. 

6:02- child #3 walks in to asks you what you all are doing today. After you hold her for a moment and tell her that it’s too early to think and you encourage her to go back to sleep. She decides to sleep in your bed. 

6:08- child #4 walks in to ask what is for breakfast. You let them know that it is time to sleep. They crawl in bed too. 

6:10- the snooze button goes off on the alarm, giving you a heart attack. You give the phone the evil eye, turn off the alarm and tell the kids it’s still time to sleep. 

7:02- you startle like someone has stabbed you in the spine, remembering everything you are supposed to accomplish that day. 

7:04- caffeine time. Bliss. 

7:22- child #2 asks what is for breakfast. You suggest a “make your own” which translates to anything that you do not have to make and your 11 year old rolls his eyes. You remind him that cereal is a gift from the gods and you sneak your laptop out of your bedroom and can’t believe your twins are still asleep in your bed. Catch up on emails. 

7:24- twins wake up to ask what is for breakfast. “Cereal. Again,” your 11-year old delightfully informs them. 

7:30-10 a.m.- write, phone calls, start emails, send addendums, send voice texts and question why Siri after all of this time still can’t understand you, get distracted by your child #1 the 13 year old asking if she can have a friend sleepover and asking when you are going to the store again because we are out of “everything,” and also asks what we are going to do today. 

10-11 a.m.- eats kids leftover cereal, cleans kitchen, listens to a 12 minute conversation about mermaid goodie bags, thinks about the seven clients she needs to follow up with before noon. Corrals the kids off of technology to go to the pool. 

11 a.m.-1 p.m.- client follow ups, write addendums, encourage children to stop spraying water guns directly into each others eyeballs. Thanks her lucky stars that no one asks her what is for lunch. 

1:01 p.m.- “What is for lunch mom?” All the kids. All at once. 

1:02-2:00 p.m. corrals all of the kids to exit the pool and share the one towel that has been out at the pool for three weeks and 71 rain storms. Realizes that they are in fact out of everything and makes some ramen that might have been purchased before her twins were born. Eight years ago. Writes on to do list to go to store tomorrow and research all inclusive vacation spots. 

2-4 p.m.- encourages cherubs to watch a movie, it takes kids approximately one million hours to decide on a movie, finds laptop and kisses her coffee mug and retreats to her bedroom to take care of all the work that she meant to finish two days ago. 

4:02 p.m.- the children have found her and ask a rapid fire of questions about life, what’s for dinner, animal species and how much they weighed when they were born. She reminds them that she’s on the phone and to go ask google everything. 

4:14-6:12 p.m. corrals them back to the pool while ignoring the pile of dishes in the sink, the mountain of laundry in the living room and her growing to do list. Floats on a giant watermelon and listens to her kids laugh. 

6:14 p.m.- orders pizza. Bliss. 

6:15-10:30 p.m.- plays go fish, works on marketing, finishes emails, writes offers, confirms client appointments for the next day, encourages children to shower and 50% listen to her, answers 72 texts, tries to make a dent in the laundry, ignores the dishes, let’s the 13 year old have a sleepover, watches the kids catch fireflies. Tucks them to bed and tells them that she’s proud of them. Reminds herself that she’s lucky.

And that there is always tomorrow to tackle the to do list.

Katie’s essay and tangent collection about motherhood, life and imperfection, Happy Broken Crayons is available on Amazon now. Thank you for reading. You are the (queen) bees knees. Happy happy holidays and happy happy new year to you. In setting your hopes for 2018, please think about your word. I can’t wait to hear it. Xoxo

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MooreFam SKatie Yackley Moore is a freelance writer, real estate agent, yoga instructor and a momma of four navigating life and a separation and finding herself in the process. She adores coffee shops, laughing until it hurts and impromptu dance parties. Her work has appeared on Scary Mommy, Mamalode and HuffPost Parents. She has published a journal entitled "Dream a Bigger Dream" and the children's books "You Are a Warrior" and "We are Family" and just finished her first novel. Catch up with her between tea breaks at The Naked Momma and on Facebook.