‘Normally’, my son attends wonderful childcare, which is brilliant for his development, my work, and our mutual sanity.
Right now, we’re hanging out together all the time. So he’s a fairly frequent feature on Zoom, firing out every kids-on-calls cliché plus his own, unique ideas.
I’m sure someone will argue that this isn’t a ‘professional image’. But, quite frankly, if you’re not keen on knowing about the existence of my child, we’re probably not that compatible ‘cos he’s sort of a big deal. And life’s tough enough for him right now. So I won’t shove him behind a closed door and expect silence.
Once this mess has subsided, maybe we’ll all be a little more accepting of kids and chaos. And I will rejoice in the return of childcare because, love him desperately as I do, I do enjoy a little peace (and owning ‘un-edited’ furniture).
As you may have guessed, I work from home. Yep, that has its own challenges (see aforementioned status as ‘parent’). But, it means I can carry on working around Covid-19 restrictions and crack on delivering copy for clients.
In case you’re worried about my concentration-span and childcare limits, fear not: my key worker husband takes the reigns on his days off and I shut the door, turn on my laptop, and type away at client copy in peace. With coffee. And biscuits. So many biscuits.