So with the kids now as work colleagues, the workday stress-o-meter might have gone up a bit.
While on a whole, we have adapted ok to the exponential increase in “family time”, there are some definite pinch points…
The other day it took 45 minutes for my husband to get my daughter out of the house for their daily exercise. This also involved taking away the devices and tv for 36 hours (not sure whether that was a punishment for them or for us) and my son putting a hand written sign up against my window which ended with “p.s. please help”.
Talking to my daughter about this later (after a very successful outing), she explained to me “Sometimes the adults don’t listen to the kids and then the adults start shouting at the kids and the kids start shouting back and it all goes haywire…”
Hmm, she forgot step one where the kids don’t listen to the parents….
However, all was forgiven and as she exited the room she announced, “You’re the best mum in Africa, oh no we’re not in Africa, but we are in England and that’s in the galaxy, or is it the Milky Way?”
Me: the Milky Way is our galaxy.
“Mum, you got this.“
Phew.
Tough Mother 