As I mentioned in Part 1 of Working from Home, I don’t actually get to work from home much. And when I do, generally it’s not terribly dramatic.
But oh, sometimes it is.
The last mama drama I shared late breaking news from the working from home trenches.
This story though, it’s one for the ages.
I’d left work early so I could take a late call from home.
Bray was home and I had staked out my hideout in his office. Computer logged on. Documents ready to review with clients. Kids in the back half of the house so their noise wouldn’t be heard by the call participants.
Alright, let’s do this.
I’m talking away on the call from my corner of the house when I hear loud cries. Cries of pain. You parents know these cries. No bueno.
Hmmm, do I put the phone on mute and go check or just let Bray manage? I wait a minute, Bray is clearly working on it because I can hear him too now (some is in TROUBLE), but I decide to risk it. Phone line muted, I race to the back hall.
He’s standing in the bathroom holding little bit over the sink with blood streaming down her nose. The baby looks horrified (must be responsible) and the eldest begins to explain. W punched L in the nose.
Aha, thanks for the news flash buddy.
Bray doesn’t look so good. He hands her to me and says hold her and steps into the hallway. By way of background, both husband and little bit are NO fans of blood. Seriously not fans of blood.
This is what I hear from the bathroom over the water still running from the faucet.
I look around the door, still desperate to get back to my call, and see him passed out cold in the hall.
Well, it was a lot of blood.
I yell at the boys to keep slapping daddy’s face and tell me when he rouses. His eyes were rolled back but he was breathing and I did have to work. I run with little bit and her spouting nose to the office, grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer on my way.
I lay her on my lap, unmute the line, and respond to a question just being asked to me while putting my finger up to my lips so little bit doesn’t cry. She’s stunned by daddy passing out now so fortunately it’s taken her mind off her nose.
Question answered, I mute the line again and yell out to the boys, Is daddy awake yet?
Um, kind of, they reply.
I lay little bit down and run to check. The boys can’t move him to the bedroom so I ask them to make sure he is okay. Back to the office I race.
I wrap up the call strong, no one the wiser that I’m working from a circus, and we schedule our next meeting. (That one will not occur from the comfort of my four walls!)
We get him to bed, all of us taking a moment to be properly freaked out by that run in, and I start dinner.
I know it’s a season. Nose punching, hall yelling, passing out. But it’s these seasons where it’s a little impossible to work from home every day because it’s just TOO unpredictable!
How do you do it? Do you lock everyone in separate spaces? 🙂 🙂 🙂 Do you yell SERENITY NOW ala George Costanza?
Happy Monday friends! It’s Thanksgiving week. Inevitably there will be working from home. Share your best mama drama moments!