
As Work At Home Moms, We Talk About Our "Why" As A Positive Thing. Our "Why" Is Our Purpose, Our Reason, Our Muse. We Refer To Our 'Why' When We Need Inspiration Or Motivation To Reach Outside Our Comfort Zone, To Try A Little Harder, To Keep Going Even When It's Hard. Our 'Why' Helps Us To Succeed. Today I Was Asking "Why Work From Home" In A Slightly Different Tone. Today, I Am Home With A Sick Puppy And Am Up To My Eyeballs In Puppy Puke. I'm New To This Puppy Thing. I Was Warned Up And Down About How Much Work A Puppy Is, And I Thought "I Have Two Children. How Hard Can A Puppy Possibly Be?!" Well, One Difference Is That Newborn Babies Aren't Born With Fangs -- At Least Mine Weren't. So, In Between Changing The Gauze Patches On My Shredded Arms (those Teeth Are Sharp!), And Hours Of Puppy School, I Fell In Love With This Furry Beast. He Was Added To My List Of "Why's". So, Today, While I Was Composing My Work At Home Mom Newsletter, In The Background I Hear My Furr-ball Start To Vomit -- Again. The Thought That Ran Through My Mind Initially Was Not A Happy "Why". It Was More Like: "WHY In The World Am I Home To Deal With This While My Husband Gets To Sit In A Quiet Office All Day?" "WHY Isn't HE Dealing With Cleaning Up The 8th Pile Of Yucky Stuff?" "WHY Don't I Get Any Peace And Quiet While I Work?!" After I Cleaned Up The Puppy, Rubbed His Head And Got Him Clean Blankets, Threw In Another Load Of Laundry, And Climbed Into Bed With My Sick 7 Year Old And My 3 Year Old To Read Stories, I Had Time To Collect My Thoughts. A Little Bit (ok, A LOT) Of Puppy Puke Was Sure Worth It. And, Later, When I Made My Phone Call To My Husband To Tell Him About Our Day, It Wasn't The Puppy-puke I Was Telling Him About.... I Told Him How Our Daughter Said That She Wanted To Plant Some Jelly Beans To Grow A Jelly Bean Tree. And, How The Kids Were Playing The Game Of Life And I Overheard Their Rules. They Decided That The Person Who Got The Most Parents Into The Car Won. That's Why I Stay At Home. And, If A Furry Little Tail Starts Wagging When I Walk Into The Room? Well, That's Sure An Added Bonus. So, The Next Time Your Warm And Loving "Why" Turns Into A Plea For Help, Take A Deep Breath And Think Of All The Memories You Would Be Missing -- Both Good And Not-so-good, If You Weren't A Work At Home Mom.