I am not a work-from-home kind of person. I always thought I would be, until I did it. I had a job as a transcriptionist for nearly a year, when summertime came and I asked about working from home to be with my son. I got the permission, and a pile of tapes to start working on, and every few days, I stopped by the office to pick up a new batch.
The problem was that the pile never got smaller. In fact it multiplied.
I thought typing at home would allow me to spend lots of time with Noah, lots of time with my husband, tons of time keeping the house tidy and organized, home-cooked meals, friendships, library story hours, park time, workouts, church, and typing the transcription tapes in my spare time.(How many hours did I really think I had in a day?)
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