I have never been a morning person. Come to think of it, I’m not a night person either. When I worked in an office, I used to hit my peak productivity about 11:30 in the morning, just in time for lunch, after which I would be lulled into a post-lunch stupor for an hour or two.
But working at home seems to have re-set my energy levels. My young kids aren’t out the door until nearly 9:00 a.m. Unless I have an early meeting, I am not usually dressed, fed, or anything else until after they leave. And I have a few tasks to do before I can start on my work for the day. The kitchen is typically a mess. There’s laundry to start. Calls to return.
The end result of all this is I seem to hit my peak hour of productivity around 2:30 in the afternoon – about 25 minutes before my first child arrives home from school. While 4:00 finds me in high gear, beautiful work product flowing from my finger tips, it’s accompanied by a background that includes:
- “What do we have to eat?”
- “Be quiet, I’m doing homework!”
- “Mama, there’s someone at the door.”
- “Have the cats been fed yet?”
- “He hit me!”
- “Can you give me a ride to Jessica’s?”
…and is punctuated by crashes, bangs and verbal conflicts of all sorts.
At least my co-workers had the courtesy to save their conflicts for the meeting room. And they almost never asked me for rides.
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