Siesta Interrupti

I’ve been pretty open about my love for the Siesta Lifestyle.

Since my upside down Quad Watch schedule ended, I found myself inevitably drawn back to taking long cozy afternoon naps and staying up late at night.   Since I do my best work in the morning, it’s almost like getting two mornings each day

My friends and family have varying opinions about this. (’How cool!’, ‘I wish I could do that!”, “How lazy can you get?”)

Today as I snuggled in my warm little cocoon I was woken by the sound of the phone ringing.  Since nobody but political activists and window salesmen call the house phone – I opted to ignore it.

Then the cell rang.  Ok, well that can go to voice mail.

Then the house phone rang again.  Hmmm…

Now the cell again.  Dang it!  Something must be wrong somewhere

I unwrap from my covers, scramble for my slippers (it’s chilly in here) and run for the phone.

It’s Sean. Uh oh – is something wrong with one of the babies?  (He’s on Quad Watch during the day)

“Mom – we need that image on our website made big right NOW or we won’t be able to get the shirts done for three weeks!’

What the?

Yeah… Sean is on a team that plays video games in leagues.  I helped him and the team build a website recently and can I just say that I’ll never serve a tougher set of clients that this bunch?

So they’ve decided they need the header of their website turned into shirts for the team and they need them right NOW.

You know how sometimes WAHMs complain that others take them for granted because they work at home?  I’ve never felt that way – until today!   Somehow they have this idea that I’m just lying around doing nothing – waiting for the chance to be of service.

Well… I was lying around – but definitely not waiting for any chance to be of service!

My first grumpy response was ‘It isn’t going to happen right NOW’ and I hung up the phone – to be followed by a volley of instant messages accusing me of being a jerk which I determined to ignore.

Back to my cocoon I went – but not before turning the ringer off on the house phone.

Yeah, yeah – I wish I were that cold hearted!  It took all of five minutes for my mom guilt to get the best of me.  Back out of bed, I instant messaged him that I’d do it and got to work.

He is certainly the most important client I’ve ever had after all.