You know, the job of a work-from-home mom is hard. You to be organized, motivated, and keep the momentum going. Since I have none of those qualities, I will share what I do to get a little time in before things go absolutely to hell.

Bubba: I sit her down with an Excel spreadsheet on the laptop, and tell her to write out $4.7 billion in Roman numerals. I add a formula or two, and we get our tax spreadsheet completed.

Handsome: I hand him a needle, thread, and some scissors, and a pile of sheets with holes and pants with rips. Don't worry, he's safe in the empty bathtub and a broken water heater while he darns my socks.

Mower: I tell him to mow the lawn, and spends the afternoon trying to track down our neighbor, who he will pay to cut our lawn sometime next week.

My dad: I give him a pile of women's magazines and tell him to find one that doesn't have fattening recipes with the obligatory beautiful picture of said recipe within three pages of an article on how to lose weight in three easy steps with obligatory disclaimers next to the photo of a thinner woman saying, "Results not typical."

My mom: I tell her to find something on the internet. If she even is able to turn on the computer and get it to the welcome screen, she wins a prize.