Working from home, whether it is paid employment you’re doing from home, running a business from your home or being a stay at home mum, can, at times, be somewhat isolating.
Amongst other things …
I find this most prevalent around festive times, such as birthdays and, particularly, the Christmas/New Year period when office parties are going off and drunken men and women are marauding up the streets looking like fuckwits or having sex on (or with) the photocopier.
Not that I particularly covet the whole Drunk Off My Tits scenario. Although I don’t mind a tipple, I never relish the idea of what the next morning will bring, particularly when my children will be present. Nor, actually, waking up with memories of falling down stairs and vomiting in pot plants.
Actually, I don’t relish any of those shenanigans, but do envy the idea of a gathering for a party. That’s when the loneliness of working for yourself can come to the fore.
That, and when you hit some fairly major goals!
This last two months alone, aside from keeping my kids alive and not very emotionally disturbed – well, at least as far as I can tell, but I’m not really an expert in that area – I’ve achieved all the things I listed as wanting to be done before school returned.
Personal things. Setting up systems and organising things for both home and business. Business things. Projects I have been working on and wanted ticked off.
Done, done and done.
And my elated “I completed X today!” is more often than not met with one of the following:
- “That’s nice, what’s for dinner?”
- “My bruvver is being a dick!”
- “I hate you!”
- “Can I play Minecraft?