As a work-at-home parent (or WAHD), having the kids home all day every day for the 2 week winter break can be a bit, shall we say, DISTRACTING. My productivity levels were about as high as an unsupervised and disenchanted college intern who just discovered the subtle pleasures of Minesweeper. So it is without any shred of guilt that I say I’m exploding with joy that the little shitheads — I mean ANGELS — are back in school today.

Even despite my 9-year-old’s comment, “You’re just happy to get rid of us.”

Yep! Don’t let the school door hit you on the ass on the way in!

Can I get an amen?

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James Lileks sums up the whole work-at-home parent thing quite nicely:

It’s amazing: I’ve been going 97 MPH since I got up, and I still haven’t fixed the two big things that need fixing – mail, and the submission for the book. I’ll be up until two with this krep. This isn’t fun. The individual components of my life are fun; I still love what I do, but the aggregate effect is doubleplus unfun. I know it’s hard to understand why I can’t fix the flippin’ email and RESPOND to people to whom I owe responses, but the moment there’s one millisecond of free time the phone rings, or I have to make Gnat lunch, or the Oak Island Water Feature makes a horrid gurgle and I have to shut it off, or the dog yarks up half a crayon, or Gnat needs to have the spelling checked on her thank you notes – honest to God, I feel like a gong that’s being struck every 17 seconds.

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