You can ignore this post, this is mostly me shouting into the void because I am so bored and lonely.
I was feeling pretty good about my second day of working from home. I got dressed and everything, I had a better workspace set up, I felt like I grown up. And then I realized why this workspace felt so natural.
See, my sister and I were homeschooled from 5th grade to college (ish, we switched to doing almost full time community college classes the last couple years). And about 15 years before we started homeschooling, my parents were at some junk sale and found these two amazing old factory work tables, massive thousand pound wooden things. When we started homeschooling, they put the two tables in our play room and and we each got one as a work table.
Fast forward 20 years, after various moves and furniture inheritances and so on, my parents were down to just one of the work tables which they used as a dining room table. And then they inherited my grandmother’s way way better table (100 year old farmhouse work table, hidden leaves, wheels on the legs so you can move it, all kinds of good things). And I inherited the last remaining massive work table. So here I am, suddenly feeling ten years old again, sitting at home working at the exact same table I had then. With the same hair, minus the bangs. And clothes (literally the same clothes, I’m wearing a skirt I patched up a million times and originally made back then). I have clearly entered a time warp.
Upside is, this all reminded me that I have done the work from home thing before! Not quite as extreme, back then I had family around so I wasn’t totally isolated, but at least I structured my own days and had a routine and stuff. So I just have to do that again. Get up in the morning, get dressed, brush and braid my hair, go into my “work” room. Even the chores I need to do to break up the day are the same, loading the dishwasher and walking the dog. If I wake up tomorrow with braces on my teeth I will officially have turned ten again.
Maybe I should start wearing make-up? Just to fend off the incipient childhood?