Working from home certainly has its perks. I love having something non-laundry-related to do; it keeps my toe in the working world; it soothes my need for accomplishment.
Sometimes, though, like today, it creates conflict and I wonder if it is worth it.
During nap-time, I had planned to record the introduction to another podcast. As you can imagine, getting a professional-sounding recording in my house can be really difficult as I have to work around noisy kids, barking dogs, traffic, sirens, phone calls... Sometimes it seems like getting a clean "take" is impossible.
Today, with the Littles napping and the house relatively quiet, I was ready to give it a go. I informed Curly and Mister that I needed them to be extra quiet and not bother me for a few minutes because I was recording.
I might as well have asked Mister in Amharic, for I had no sooner started recording, than he came wandering into the room wanting to "show me something," a request which he makes constantly all day every day.
My recording, humorously, breaks off in the middle with "SETH, I am going to..." and ends as I grouchily shooed him away. Later, after I edited out the clean take and all was well, I went to look at the thing I was to be shown earlier.
And then I felt bad. What could be more important than this?