Last night, walking at night in flip flops, I realized that the breeze felt … not harsh. Delicious. Summer really is here.

I love summer, but for the shuffle. It would be a wonderful season, were it not for the stress of what to do with children who are no longer occupied throughout the school day. With even the once-affordable YMCA camp topping $400 for two weeks of 9-3 fun for just one child, the options for sending the kids off somewhere for the day dwindle quickly.

So, when a meeting at work Friday required my presence, and I found myself stuck without a babysitter, I told the girls to get dressed, made a couple of phone calls, and headed toward my place of employment.

We dragged in a gigantic box full of art supplies, friendship bracelets in the works, a few snacks. The only thing lacking, as far as I knew, was space. Fortunately, a person in the organization that cohabits our building was out for the day, and the girls quickly set up shop in her office.

My boss walked in to see the kids, and was surprisingly ecstatic. His mantra since I started has been, “We are a human service organization,” and true to form, he set them up on his computer while we had our staff meeting. “You think this bothers me?” he asked, as he went on to tell me about his past experiences with children in the workplace.

The girls were real troupers throughout the morning, stayed relatively quiet as they romped around next door to the executive director of the neighboring organization. But around noon, all art projects were officially boring. Next time we’ll bring more to do, maybe find them work to do as they have for me in the past, assembling packets and mailings.

Maybe this all really will work out. I am looking for babysitters, but in the meanwhile, the best I can do is to work partly from home and fit the kids into my whole life—not just the non-professional parts. Who knows? They may even learn something.

Last year, in the throes of childcare inadequacies, a long commute, and impossible transportation costs, I figured out that I was spending more than I was making. I quit. Driving home from the big city in tears at my frustration over the whole situation, I wondered—as I wonder now—why do we do this? Why can we as a nation not figure out a way for families to be a part of our lives instead of a major inconvenience to the work week? Why can schools not be more understanding and accommodating to the needs of parents who have bills to pay, just as teachers do (but on an entirely different schedule)? Why do we have to spend so much money for otherwise unneeded things, just to keep the businesses running? The entire system just seems doomed from the start.

I have agonized over the coming of summer for weeks now. I do not want to lose my job. Summer is here, and I realized last night that I am glad it is warm, glad my kids are home, glad for the beach, and glad for my job, too. And about that… after all that worried me about my impromptu “take the kids to work day”…

After all my fretting, the thing that surprised me the most was that no one really seemed to mind. I worked, accomplished things. I calmed down, at least a little. When I really believe that for once I will not be admonished for having children but not the money to get rid of them, I will calm down a lot.

I am glad the kids can see the work I do, and even more, I am glad that they can see that they are not excluded from it.

I would be the first to admit that the chaos of my life sometimes requires an intervention. I can see where this chaos does not always fit the workday. It upsets those who have chosen to avoid such disruptions in their life, and some might argue that attending to children’s needs is not appropriate while trying to do another job. Sometimes I argue this point quite emphatically to my own children, particularly when I am on the telephone, and it is important, or enjoyable, and I want for them to get their own snack. Sometimes I feel my children are inappropriate, too. Still, tomorrow is Monday, and now, at 1:15 pm on Sunday, I still have not found a babysitter. So, working from home, maybe going in for a half hour to pick up papers and check in while kids wait, I can manage just that right now. And despite the interruptions, I have always managed to do a lot.

Some are restricted simply by the capacity to get to an office, to stay for eight hours away from home. Some have so much to offer to the world, if not for being locked away because they do not fit into the rules of the workplace. Some of us in this situation can do a lot, contribute a lot. Our lives are chaotic; the world is chaotic, and an efficient life simply cannot ignore this fact forever. Instead, imagine that we embrace that chaos, let it in. Maybe it is not as unworkable as we think.

Waiting on the World to ChangeJohn Mayer