Being a work from home mum is most definitely a blessing.
I get to spend more time with my daughter, I get to take my daughter to appointments, I get to take her to and from nursery, I have total flexibility to be there for her and I love that.
But sometimes, just sometimes, that blessing can be a bit of a pain in the ass, it becomes a curse.
When my daughter is ill it automatically falls on me to care for her, which is great as I want to be the one to care for her. It simply wouldn’t make sense for Spencer to book time off to care for her when I’m home anyway.
I love that I can care for her, I love that I can be there to comfort her and give her the hugs that she needs. But it wears me down, especially when it comes to week two of illness and the end is still no where near in sight.
I can see the emails building up in my inbox but I simply don’t have the time or energy to reply to them. I feel stressed and I’m irritable. I’m neglecting my work, I’ve not updated my blog for a while and my social channels are even more sparse than their usual pitiful selves.
I’m neglecting me. I’m tired, I’m stressed, I’ve not showered in days and my diet consists of shit, shit and more shit, as does Aria’s and Spencer’s. I’m neglecting us.
I chose to put myself in this position, people say that I’m lucky as ???I don’t have to take unpaid leave to care for my daughter, what they don’t understand is that I’m self employed, if I’m not working I’m not earning.