One of the perils of working from home, especially when you both do so, is losing your weekends.
Since becoming parents we have, generally, become much better at trying to make sure we get some family time at the weekends. However, every now and then deadlines are looming, hours have been lost through the week or there’s just too much work and you have to play juggle the daughter.
Juggle the daughter theoretically involves childcare shifts, where one of us works and the other does exciting, developmentally stimulating and energetic activities with said daughter.
What it usually involves is childcare shifts where one of us works and the other one attempts to do a week’s worth of housework while ensuring there is a constant stream of CBeebies, Nick Jr and Playhouse Disney to keep daughter quiet.
Today, I managed to miss out on the fun trip to the park. It was sunny for the first time in a while, so it was decided that it would be OK for daughter to put on a nappy and some clothes for an hour and go out and be energetic. I missed out on the first flying of the kite that husband had been given a year and a week ago for his previous birthday. I missed out on seeing my sister at the park. I missed out on getting mud all over my trousers.
Instead of all this fun, I was sat at my desk proofreading.