It’s Personal…

I’ve taken the decision, for better or worse to talk about me and If you follow any of my social media accounts you will know that as well as a successful interior designer, indeed sole visionary of this business I call Popsicle, I am a Mama, a working from home (80% of the time) Mama. This is a bloody hard position to be in, but a necessary position these days – with nursery bills so high yet still a need for two incomes in most family households, working from home is absolutely necessary.

Back to it being bloody hard though a day in the life of a working from home Mama goes something like this; You get up, get everyone else fed, clothed and cleaned ready for the day. You pick up your work stuff and put it on the dining room table. You then look at yourself and realise, quite frankly, you’re a mess! You drag on some clothes concoction and hope it meets the rest of the playschool parent drop off standard, you get the children in the car for said playschool drop off. On route home you collect the days food, get side tracked by the youngest child demanding something or other… probably a banana! You stop get yourself a coffee and them that banana. You then realise if you don’t hot-foot it home soon you’re going to miss the banana loving little angels naptime and therefore your one hours uninterrupted worktime. So they’re down, they’re snoozing its your time and you… you look at the dishes, you look at the washing pile, you look and you do and you don’t work! You read that right, you don’t work!  Then the youngest gets up and they want lunch and entertaining and Mr Tumble, then its time to get the eldest from playschool and they want a snack and entertaining and to play that game on your phone. Then its dinner time for the kids, bathtime for the kids and, thankfully, bedtime for the kids. You sit down and your partner gets home, they vent to you about their hard day, they want dinner, conversation and a box set. Then you realise everyone else is in bed, the kids are snoring, your partners relaxing in bed i.e. faffing about on Facebook and you’re still not working… you are absolutely wiped out, exhausted, you have given everything physically and now to expect anything mentally is just well… crazy, but you do it, you finally move your work stuff back on to the dining table, stay up way too late vowing to use your time better tomorrow and feeling guilty about the washing that still needs to be hung and not giving the children enough attention!

I told you it was bloody hard… but so worth it and I am so thankful to do it, to do what I love working from home whilst my family snooze (80% of the time)!

 

 

 

 

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