Based on the kids' behavior this morning, I was lulled into a false sense of hope that my 30-minute conference call would go just fine. They were playing together so nicely (almost no fighting!), and so happily, that I didn't imagine anything would go wrong.
Ohhhh but it did. Inside of 10 minutes into my call, the crying started, and it never stopped. Literally never stopped. And as luck would have it, the 30-minute conference call went on for one hour, 18 minutes, and 49 seconds ... which meant I was in pure hell for that entire time. I had to leave my phone and run downstairs to yell (yes, yell) at the kids several times. Claire's "babysitting" job wasn't going well, and after yelling at her to quit pulling out the choking (small) toys and reminding her to watch her sisters and make sure they were safe, she took the mother hen approach and told them "no" for the next hour, and even put Lily in time out. Sigh.
And although I was present for most of that entire conference call, I think I listened to about 5 minutes of what was said. I was distracted, worried about the kids, and hugely frustrated by the situation.
The "fun" continued with several more unexpected work calls and more kid crankiness. Coupling that with the usual house tasks (laundry, dinner prep) did nothing to provide me a rosy outlook on the day.
Today was not a good day. I may gloss over this reality each week, but let me reiterate that juggling a job and kids and house tasks on any given work-from-home day is never, ever easy, and seems to be getting tougher.