Working at home – a pleasure or a pain?

I’m working from home today.  I often work from home, typically a couple of times a month, up to once a week (although never more than that).  It allows me a bit of space to get things done without continual distractions from chats in the vicinity, people asking me questions etc.  However, there is a down side to it.  You have to spend the entire day at home, on your own, in the presence of your sofa / tv / book / you get the idea.  I have no issues with working on my own – I used to spend hours doing it at uni.  In fact, as I’m sure I have blogged before, I used to enjoy sitting at my desk working at uni (or so memory serves me although I’m not sure it can be entirely true).  When it’s proper work though, it feels that bit harder.

Take today for instance, I have been working since 7:30am so I have got quite a bit done.  However, every now and then I flick from my remote desktop connection which is my "work PC" on to my home desktop.  There I see my web development, rowing bits and bobs, training plans, music, photos – basically lots of things that are just inviting me to look at / play with them.  But I can’t, and that is infuriating.  At least at work I don’t have these tempations under my nose.  I suppose this is the price I must pay for avoiding 2.5 hours of train travel today…

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Hello, I'm Angela. I'm Mum to two small people (6 & 3). I'm a Gardener, houseplant obsessed and addicted to tea. By day I work in tech and also look after my littles. I'm trying to get our family to live a more sustainable life. I also have far too many opinions...hence the blog. You can read more about me here. You can also follow me on Instagram for mainly plant spam. Hope you enjoy reading!

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