17 Apr Smell The Roses
Well, that was a tough week.
I have worked from home for over 16 years, so am quite adapt at working with distractions and motivating myself. It helps when I really love my job, as it doesn’t often feel like work.
However, this week was different. Online learning kicked into full gear with 3 children at home all learning remotely. My three children are all quite different from one another so adapted at differing levels. I have one who is up and ready right before they need to be, and has their work station all organised. Their enthusiasm is contagious.
Unfortunately the other two are not receiving that infection!
One of them is a conformist, so are doing all the requirements such as attending class and doing ‘homework’.
The other one is the rebellious type, so only doing the bare minimum. This is so far removed from my own personality which is to conform and do the right thing.
So, all different, but I love them all the same.
Balancing the parenting role and business role has always been tough. I remember seeing a quote one time that really resonates with me…
“I try to work like I am not a mother, and I try to mother like I don’t work.”
It’s bloody tough, and especially to throw online learning into the mix.
However, there is a consequence of Covid19 that I am not angry about…there seems to be some time to stop and smell the roses.
My normal week consists of an ongoing balance with work and family. And by family, I really mean the non-stop feeding and sporting commitments. It was not uncommon for me to spend over 2 hours in the late afternoon ferrying kids around for sport. And this is in a town that has pretty much zero traffic congestion. I actually don’t miss this routine at all. Suddenly I have time to play a little game of Uno or potter around in the garden.
I believe that life itself will never to how we remember it from a matter of 6 weeks ago. Not sure what our future will look like, but I think everyone is relishing in the chance to stop and catch our breath.
So, while we are in isolation, remember to breath. Oh, and smell the roses while you are at it.