Here I am, sitting in my upstairs office, smiling at myself. Reminding myself to calmly take a moment and enjoy the sound of my little boy playing a baseball video game on his xbox kinect. I stress all the time about deadlines and work, even though I thrive in this environment. I try to always remember how lucky I am to be stressed about work that I have the privilege of doing at my home. I have the ability to pick my son up from school every day and spend time with him, review his homework and spend quality time with him.
Yes, the flipside is that sometimes I am working at 10PM after I put him to bed, but that’s totally worth my flexible schedule. Besides, I can still enjoy a nice icy beer or glass of wine and have my favorite show playing in the background while I work. I’ll take that ANY day.
And my dog farts.
That’s right, during my silent, smiley epiphany, my dog decides to let a huge one rip right next to me where he likes to lay down. He looked totally surprised, smelled his butt and got up and left me, with the smell.