Me: Get up to make a cup of coffee, notice that the sink is full of dishes, decide to load the dishwasher while the coffee is brewing. But the dishwasher is clean, so I have to empty it first. I do so, then notice that the counters need wiping down, and if I’m going to do the counters I might as well do all of the big surfaces, like the stove and the fridge. I go to get a clean dishcloth, discover that there are none in the drawer, duck into the laundry room to get one, take the clean clothes out of the dryer, find a clean dishcloth, set it aside, move the wet clothes into the dryer, and stuff another load of dirty laundry into the washer. Wipe down the laundry room while I’m at it, because it’s actually part of the downstairs bathroom, and what if someone comes over? Might as well scrub the toilet, too. Get another clean dishcloth, head back to the kitchen, wipe everything there down, re-load the dishwasher, grab my coffee, nuke it because it’s grown cold, wipe down the microwave, grab the now-warm coffee, and go back to my desk to work, thinking that I really should have pulled something out of the freezer to thaw for dinner, since I was in the kitchen anyway.
Him: Gets cup of coffee. Goes back to desk. Works. ... [More]
Is it me, or do women just work from home differently than men? Is it part of the supermom complex -- you know, the one where we think we have to be able to do everything, all the time, and all at once? Read the rest over at The 36-Hour Day and let me know: What happens when you work from home?