I’ve worked from home for several years, so when we went into quarantine I dumbly proclaimed “This is not going to be different in the least! I’ve got this!” and like every time this thought has crossed my mind, life happened and really showed me what’s what.
Having the whole family at home 24/7 threw my work/house work/childcare routine into a dumpster fire, because my husband is also working from home and my children are always inside with us, needing help with school work (not now that they’re on break but I can see it coming back soon), and being bored while trapped at home.
My hours are longer because I keep falling behind schedule and keep interrupting work hours to go do something around the house or for the children. Since my husband has a boss to answer to, meetings and whatnot, I am the one who is expected to pause through the day and run errands or tend to whatever comes up.
With my due-date approaching, I announced two weeks ago that I was officially going to slow down with everything and everyone, children, husband, work, housework and pets, and they would have to fend for themselves more and more. I don’t know how long that is going to last, but I think it’s fair and taking full advantage of it.
Oh, and my brother in law got the virus, was hospitalized for a week and a half, as we couldn’t even see him. It was hell. So as hard as it is, I am adamant that we’re going to stay home and social distance for what feels like forever. The children are NOT going back to school this fall, and we’re going to be stuck as a family if it kills us all!