Working from home

I work from home.  For that reason people think I do not work.  They call me to volunteer and do the most random things. Even my husband wonders why the house isn't always perfect if I am home all day. People just don't get it. I get up, get dressed and climb the stairs to my rather unruly, but bright office. I painted the room a vivid green- the color makes me happy. I have a desk with a view. To my left I see the top of a trellis of roses and the top of my beautiful bougainvillea. To my front is my TV perched on the wall.  The rest of the room is a mess. I need to control this space and I know how I want to do it, but I have to work so I just simply don't have the time. I told Mike I was writing a blog the other day. He asked what that was and then informed me that it sounded like what someone does who has too much time on their hands. That wouldn't be me- I'm working!