I come downstairs most mornings, and my husband is home. His work fills the dining room table and spills over into the floor all around him. I step around boxes to begin fixing breakfast. I serve it buffet style, and we find an available spot in the living room to eat.
Sometimes the clutter of working from home begins to drive me crazy, and I realize that just because we are living our dream does not mean things are always easy. Anything valuable comes with a cost.
Read about a few of the things we trade for the privilege of working at home over at Organized Homeschool where I have the privilege of sharing a story today.