After more than a year stuck inside, you would think I’d have the working-from-home-mum routine down.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some amazing benefits – the extra half an hour in bed in the morning (if the kids don’t wake me up first) and my 20-second commute to my storage room/office. Then there’s the super comfy work attire consisting of Home Bargains finest loungewear and no queue for the kettle in the kitchen for that crucial first brew of the day.
But I underestimated the demands of my new colleague – my two-year-old son.
When lockdown started in March 2020, he was 18 months old and had just started walking. I’d only been back at work in the office for six months after a year of maternity leave and was just starting to wean him off breastfeeding. But when the country was ordered to work from home and Mummy was suddenly just in the next room – it was an open bar once more.
We had almost cut out daytime feeds and suddenly we were back to morning and afternoon, lunch breaks returned to juggling an extremely wriggly infant on my boob in one arm and a sandwich in the other.
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