I've been working from home for over two years now.
During that time I've occasionally thought about that cartoon on The Oatmeal blog about the pros and cons of working from home.
When we were in New Hampshire I think my social skills weren't able to slide much because I saw Hubby regularly during the day and I'd have to get dressed to meet him for lunch in the cafeteria.
Basically, I was interacting with people on a regular basis.
Not so here in New York.
No, here I've been able to rapidly become feral and jump straight to the one year mark on the degradation of social skills panel.
To make myself feel better I like to blame hubby's weird schedule. I wake up before him but don't want to make noise showering. Then when he leaves I have to get to work, with the end result being I either shower at 4 o'clock in the afternoon or I don't shower at all.
This is wrong and I know it.
I've been thinking for a while now that I have to be more diligent about showering and dressing as soon as I wake up.
The urgent need to enact this new routine was driven home this morning.
The house is a pig stye and needs to be cleaned. When I announced that this morning Hubby responded, "We've been saying that for months." And I had to point out that it's really true now (as opposed to before when it was just slightly messy).
I decided that since I had a lot of housework ahead of me it would be easier to tackle if I was ready for action, which means wearing shoes.
So I got dressed.
Then I went downstairs and put on my sneakers.
And Samson lost his mind.
He started dancing around me.
He ran to the front door and rang his bell.
He ran back to me, danced some more, and woofed.
It was very obvious that he thought something exciting was going to happen--most likely a walk--because mommy was putting clothes on.
Wow. I've got to make an effort to get dressed every day.