Right now it's 5:28pm on Tuesday. I got home from work and taught two piano lessons from 4-5pm. Now I have a break until 6pm when I have one more lesson. It's quiet. Paul is in the basement with Jelly. I'm at the kitchen counter with my laptop and Chrissy is falling asleep at his spot by the sink.
I think if I have a crazy work day, it really hinders my ability to decompress when I get home. Yesterday, I got home from work at 4pm and I didn't hang out with Paul until 6pm. I needed to be alone.
Okay, my piano student is coming in 12 minutes so I better get out of my pajama pants and into sweatpants (hahaha!). Working from home is nice, especially if your clients don't care that you teach their children in sweatpants! I guess if you have 13 years of teaching piano lessons under your belt, they don't care what you wear!? Maybe I should keep my pajama pants on. They're orange with little bunnies all over them.
Would you care if your child's piano teacher wore sweatpants? What about pajama pants?
Where's the weirdest place your puppy or kitty sleeps?