Working at Home

Working at home, it's good, no child care, no commute, no coworker drama, but I'm thinking I need someone to move in and entertain MrBaby - wouldn't even charge them rent! He's six, and doesn't get it yet that every time he interrupts me, it takes me a few minutes to get back in focus with what I was doing before. The constant changing back and forth is not good for my nerves, either. And he just did it again, the usual, 'Hey, Ditto?' Not sure how much good someone living in with us would do for us, though, because he says I'm the only one who can do Ditto's voice. It's not helping that I'm forced to pick up the landlord's slack on the repairs needed around here, either. Murphy's Law, the more that can go wrong, will, and the more complicated something is the more that will go wrong with it. Really, in Bolivia, the worst that could go wrong with your place was the light fixture wouldn't work, or the drain in the shower would get clogged.