I can’t work. Every time I turn my attention to my career these days, I get interrupted. My son can’t find his social studies printout or the zoom link for Spanish class won’t work or the internet is down or someone needs a snack. The interruptions are endless.
For the past 15 years I’ve had the luxury of working from home. First as a writer and editor for Nickelodeon’s parenting website and now as a creator for MyLifeSuckers. I feel so lucky to have been able to simultaneously fulfill my creative dreams and career goals, and be there for school pick-ups and sick days. I’m like a working stay-at-home mom. The best of both worlds. And it’s a privilege I don’t take lightly. I’ve always been incredibly grateful for the arrangement.
Not that it’s always been a picnic. Especially when the kids were really little. I can’t tell you how many conference calls I took hiding in the bathroom. Or how many of those conference calls I had a kid shoved on my boob breastfeeding. Or how many times I screamed at my kids to be quiet when I thought I was on mute. Or how many late nights I had to work to meet a deadline only to wake up at 5am to be a mom. No, it hasn’t always been easy, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
But this? This is different. This is harder.
This is killing my career.[Read More…]