Bathrobes and High Heels: Working from Home.

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Bathrobes and High Heels

I am constantly amazed at what I can amuse myself with. This morning is a perfect example, life working at home. First let me note, that I am extremely grateful that I am able to work in my home office. The biggest benefit is that I can spend additional time with my 14 year old son, and that I am able to be there for him whenever I can be.

So… this morning, wait … backup.

Ever since I have worked out of my home, I have realized that there are certain things that are necessary for me to be able to function properly here. I think many people find it difficult to work at home because they feel that they have to do home stuff as well. I don’t. I am seconded to my office and I don’t touch the laundry, wash the floors or worry about household tasks. I can’t afford to, I need to focus on business. The other part of this methodology is dressing for “work”. I literally get up in the morning and “get ready” for work. I shower, get beautiful and get dressed in “work clothes”. Seriously. I can’t think straight in yoga pants, part of my whole premise in life is being ready for whatever comes my way that day. I have no intention of rolling out of bed, throwing my hair up in a ponytail, slide into yoga pants and expect to be “on my game”. So… 95% of the time, this is the case. However, this morning, after spending many sleepless nights getting my website and social media organized, I just couldn’t. This always bites me in the proverbial ass. I’m quite sure that someone will show up at the door.

This morning, sporting an ugly brown house coat, my hair thrown up, no shower, and no beautification AT ALL, my kid calls me from the corner. He needs motherly assistance. I haven’t even had coffee yet. “Can you come pick me up RIGHT now”, he says? RIGHT NOW are the key words here. If you’ve read my website you know my mantra… never leave the house looking like crap. However…I have no choice. This apparently is a life and death situation. There have been times that my son laughs at some of the outfits I will throw on to drive him to school. So picture this…remember that we live in a northern climate. I will have all of my work gear on and then throw on HIS size 10 SORELS (aka the ultimate winter boot necessary to survive here) on over whatever I have on. His comment is always, hopefully you don’t have to get out of the car mom, you look RIDICULOUS!

So now that the weather is great, and we have this private joke going, I put a lovely pair of Ivanka Trump mules at the front door for when I have to drive him. You know, to complete the outfit. That’s all that was at the front door this morning. Against all better judgement, not being COCO-fied, I run out the door in my ratty brown house coat, and yes the Ivanka Trump mules. I jump into the Rover and think… god forbid I have to get out of the car. My image would be DESTROYED. All that personal branding for the last 30 years… down the toilet.

As I pick my son up, he dies laughing, he says, I just can’t believe you came out like that! I’m laughing alongside him… if anyone could see this spectacle, they would have been killing themselves as well.

I guess the gist of this Blog post is this, it’s really important to laugh, and more importantly to laugh at yourself. I can only hope that you’ve had a chuckle reading this as much as I had writing it. The one thing that I want to exude in any of my writings is that this is real life. I’m living it, and I love it. Do yourself a favor today… laugh.

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