Working from home….can it work?

Working from homeI was over the moon when hubby started work again a few weeks ago.  The only downside is we’re both working from home, we have a tiny house and I’ve been doing it a long time so have a rhythm and not used to having someone under my feet.  Something has to give.  This is my day and my hubby’s day…what do you reckon?

Mediocre Mum

  • Woke up before everyone else but not too early
  • Did the washing up from last night
  • Put a load of washing on
  • Made packed lunch
  • Gave Madame Breakfast
  • Did her ear drops and antibiotics
  • Helped her get dressed, brushed her hair, reading journal, boots and jacket
  • Did my invoicing
  • Sent out an email campaign
  • Responded to a few work emails
  • Went to the post office, pet store for Hamster supplies, Sainsbury’s for a few bits and Matalan.
  • Telephone conference with a client
  • Cooked Thai Green Chicken Soup for dinner
  • Cleaned the house in anticipation of the cleaner
  • Drove 50 miles to work including the Dartford tunnel, delivered a training session to 30 people with enthusiasm, drove 50 miles back, got stuck in a traffic jam, drove like a loon.
  • Picked up Madame, gave her a snack, danced around the lounge, gave her a bath, brushed hair, jammies, played with Hamster and did Bedtime stories.
  • Completed post visit reports
  • Plus another round of ear drops and antibiotics
  • Sorted Childcare for next week.
  • Wrote this post
  • Poured myself a very large glass of wine and hit Twitter!
  • Served dinner


  • Drove Madame to school
  • Sat in the corner in the kitchen on his computer all day……and he’s still there.

I rest my case!  Comments or suggestions on how we are going to make this work?


Dad’s race!

My husband really makes me laugh sometimes.  I never took him for a competitive dad.  We went to our daughter’s school fair on Saturday, our first one in fact.  There was a wheel barrow race.  Not competing against others directly but a timed one.  The person with the highest score wins.

The first thing Hubby did was ask what the fasted time was, it was 9.2 sec.  This should have sent the alarm bells off.  Sadly, but not surprisingly, he came in in 10.4 secs.  I thought that would be the end of it but no it wasn’t.  He obsessed about it for the rest of the day.  At one point he started studying other dad’s technique saying ‘I see how they do it, they are doing it without shoes on’.  Then on the way to the pub after, he started talking about going back and having another go!

I did have to break it to them that he’s unfit, not a runner and probably 10 years older than the other dads.

I’m so glad he’s not coming to sports day this week!  I was just reading a story about a dad who got so carried away in a Father and son race and dragged his child across the finish line!  Another dad entered his 5 year old in a 3k fun run; the child completed it but threw up afterwards!  Eeek!

If you have any funny competitive parenting stories, please share them in the comments section.