And even more important … why do I think this? Why do I feel guilt? I would not think it was weird for me to send Gracie to preschool (which has been wonderful for her, by the way, she even has friends now!), if I went to a J.O.B. in an office. Or even if I got dressed up and went to an office for my own business. But somehow, sitting here at my living room desk, it enters my mind that it is weird that I have other people watch over her when I am "just" working from home. As if working from home is not "working." As if I would be able to run a company with Gracie running around, yanking on my capri’s, coloring on stacks of Post-it Notes, wining "Mommy, up! Please!" (does "please" count if it is screamed?) I resolve to not judge myself based upon the fact that I am working in bare feet, in my living room, with my cat next to me. I am still running a company, making money, giving advice … just as "real work" as performed any office (and for that matter, more real than any J.O.B. I ever had before I hung my shingle). And I resolve to not feel weird about being only mommy dropping off her kid that’s not dressed in "work clothes."
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I'm Elizabeth Potts Weinstein, a writer, teacher, and coach.