Top reason for not having a home office: "mummy's having a poo!"

I’m lucky in that ever since my children were at nursery, I have been able to work on a part time, self employed basis - fitting the marketing projects I take on around their schedule and needs.

I planned my return to work carefully. I would work from home of course, my laptop on the kitchen table; it made sense - low overheads, an ability to keep abreast of the household chores.

In my mind I would be happily typing a presentation that advised a multi-national company on what strategic direction it should be taking whilst rustling up nutritionally-balanced meals that Annabel Karmel would be proud of.

It worked perfectly for two months; OK, fish fingers and baked beans featured on the menu more than usual (and even ended up splattered on my reports more than once) but we were muddling through.

But then I started finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on my VAT return with piles of ironing encroaching on my work station and more difficult to concentrate on the kids after school with the insistent ring of my work phone. So I bowed to what seemed like the inevitable and rented a work station in a friend’s office.

Actually, if I’m totally honest, the final straw was when my then four-year-old son answered my work phone and from the smallest room in the house I could hear his crystal-clear, cheerful voice informing my biggest client that "Mummy doesn’t want to talk to you because she is having a poo" ...

This post was written by Kirsten, a Thames Valley mum of two primary school aged children.

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Comments

[Jo Beaufoix]

Noooooooooooooo. Hee hee, very funny.

[Alyson, the 3 P's Mama]

Oh my...after you died of embarrassment...Kids are so good at putting you on the hot seat.

[ScaryMom]

LOL This is what, over at my site, we call a twincident! But for you, it only required one....great story.

[wandermom]

oooh. Cringing at that.

[Iota]

"... a pool", you continued, with lightning quick reactions, as you raced across the room, tights round your ankles, and grabbed the phone from your son, "... having a pool dug in the garden so that we can all enjoy swimming next summer, but just at the moment, the building contractors are here and are about to start digging the hole, and I've just got to make sure they put it in the right place".

[Sparx]

Oh veeeeeeery funny! I've posted a link to this up in the Poo Carnival over on http://www.notes-inside-my-head.blogspot.com now - thanks for this! Come by if you fancy a good laugh, there were some cracking stories submitted.