Working from home

What I think is going on in my husbands mind.

Day 1- Working from home
A perfect working environment.
Calm
Peaceful
Dressed for success in sweat pants, stained t-shirt and slippers.
And calm and peaceful goes out the window 5 minutes before you waking- the exact time the kids start slapping my face and jumping up and down on our bed.
8 am conference call- lock myself in the bedroom and the kids morning laughter and running feet stay at bay.
10 am conference call-the kids are louder and are being shooed across the house.
12:30- boss calls- kids are yelling, screaming and crying. My call will be undisturbed in my car, in my driveway. I don't look awkward sitting in my car, in my pajamas in my driveway talking to myself in 40 degree weather.
This can't keep up- I am the king of this house.

Day 2-
Pajamas,
Look busy so kids don't bother me today because if they do I'm going to snap!
9:30 conference call- kids being kids are loud- backyard is somewhat quieter but freezing.
1:30 meeting- house is too loud so...
"Liz CAN YOU HELP, I NEED TO BE ON THE PHONE, CAN YOU DO SOMETHING!"
2:00 shower, change, run an errand.
Get home look busy.

Day 3-
Give me a break! IT'S TOO DAMN LOUD IN HERE. GO PLAY OUTSIDE. LIZ!!
WORK, COMPLAIN, WORK, COMPLAIN, COMPLAIN, tired of kids and work. Why isn't Liz doing everything, and quieter, and faster and neater and why is she complaining at me, I do remember you just don't tell me, damn kids, I need to work from work tomorrow.

Day 4-Assigned to a project for a few days in another state-finally a break!