In the nicest possible way, I’m looking forward to Monday morning already. Does that make me a terrible dad?
All day, I’ve been trying to work from home. And I can confidently conclude that it has been a disaster. With the snow affecting my trains and the bad weather only due to get worse during the course of the day, I concluded first-thing that I really would be better off staying put. After all, I had a stack of award entries to write along with a script for a big concert we’re putting on at work in a few weeks’ time, so it wasn’t as if I didn’t have enough to do. What’s more, with the eldest child at school, things would be fairly quiet at home, and with my wife now very pregnant I really didn’t relish getting “the call” in the midst of London transport chaos.
So, up I got, bright and early, ready to make a start before the kids had even had their breakfast. I was just about to get cracking, when my phone went off. “Upon advice from the local education authority, the infant school is closed today.” Right. Okay. Well, I’ll quickly get him out of his school uniform (he’s quite keen on school at the moment and was dressed and ready to go before 7am) and find him something else to do. Then, I can get started.
For the next two hours, I sat at my Mac with a two-year-old clambering on my shoulders and a four-year-old asking “can we build a snowman yet?” approximately seven times per minute. Then, my wife took them out for a coffee with a friend. “Great,” I thought. “I’ve got an hour and a half to get stuff done.” The front door had barely been shut for a few seconds when the phone went. It was my mum. Wanting to speak to me. On the home phone. She didn’t even know I was at home (“Oh! Why aren’t you at work?” was her first question), so why on earth she’d phoned me here at 11am remains a mystery.
Once my quick chat with her was done and dusted, it was time to truly crack on. And I did make some progress – honest. So much so that at lunchtime, I even managed to stop for 20 minutes to try and build the much-requested snowman with the kids. We had a lovely time at first – although it very quickly went from this:
Afterwards, I attempted to take various phone calls from the office and elsewhere, all the while trying to give the impression that everything was calm and focused here, and that the emails I was sending hadn’t been typed with one finger.
A typical Friday night in our house will involve a curry, Homeland and a bottle of wine. Tonight, after my complete failure to do the working from home thing, it’s going to have to involve a Mac, a pile of award entries and a to-do list of stuff I was hoping I’d have tackled by now. Ditto Saturday night.
Much as I love being with my family, right now I’m quietly looking forward to Monday morning. If nothing else, I can at least be pretty certain that no one in the office will try to climb on my back while I’m writing an email.