The vacations and day trips and camps are all done.
The notebooks and folders and pencils have been purchased.
The cupboard and fridge are full of lunch staples.
And my anticipation of silence while I’m working is palpable.
No more Clone Wars or Pokemon or slamming of plastic light sabers into the floor to get them to collapse.
No more being asked for the Netflix PIN.
No more walking back into my office after getting coffee to find that my desk has been usurped because, “My tablet needed to be plugged in,” or, “I just wanted to look up [insert bizarre word that is probably a Pokemon].”
I love my son. Dearly. But he’s not the ideal coworker.
And that’s okay. Because he’s only nine.
Still, I’m more than ready to work alone again. 🙂