On Mondays, Miss 12 and I go to the library for an hour and a half when Miss 13 is at dancing class. It’s a great time for me to write a blog post or catch up on emails and for her to get some home work done. It’s hard work though.
You see, Miss 12 is an avid reader and the library is her preferred venue of choice, even over staying at home with dad or going to the shops. The hard work comes in getting her do actually do homework so she can peruse the books on the shelves and slip away into her utopia. Tonight she is making up all kinds of excuses to not do the homework and I am interrupted every couple of minutes with the following:
We’ve been here for 15 minutes.
It’s hard work for me to keep replying to her to just get it done, and it’s hard work for her because of all of the above. Because more than anything she wants to look at the books.
It’s hard work because I want to try and get some work done and am helping her, trying to battle the excuses.
There are so many things in life that are just plain hard work. Hell - getting out of bed some days is hard work! Parenting is hard work. Deciding what to have for dinner is hard work. Being in a relationship is hard work. Going to work at a job (part time or full time) is hard work and working for yourself at home is hard work.
I’ll say it again. Working from home is hard work.
Now to add a little bit of ‘Choose your own Adventure’ (another throwback to my 80’s life – Google it younger readers – they were great books). You either completely comprhend that line because you work for yourself from home and you need not read any further, or you don’t work from home.
I often hear people say or imply that I don’t have a real job, or because I work from home I have an easier gig than everyone else in life who leaves the house to work.
Let’s bring this back to stationery – ish.
I love what I do. And I mean LOVE! (They say if you love what you do you don’t work a day in your life – which I believe) But it really gets me when people don’t think I work as hard as them because I work for myself from home.
I created my dream job, and it came from passion, love and HARD WORK. Hours and hours cold calling and emailing people, getting quotes and sourcing suppliers, often until the early hours of the morning while my husband is snoozing away. All while battling with small kids, getting my design qualifications and diploma and working an out of the home part time job (until the accountant told me my business was financially viable and I could leave my part time job – one of the best days of my life by the way).
Working from home can be flexible and I may be able to grab a coffee and chat for half and hour or help at the school here and there. However, when the out of home worker gets home, and their kids are tucked in and asleep and they are relaxing (brain switched off not thinking about what your next business move will be) on the couch with their significant other, I am making up that time I took earlier in the day.
I know (and am extremely grateful) that I have the luxury of getting a load of washing on during the day, or preparing dinner early in the day, and that these luxuries came of hard work.
And to the “real job” commenters, I say this – I have a fully fledged studio at the back of my house, that I get up and go to daily, shut the door and because I love what I do, I often don’t come out of my studio until the kids come home from school – most days with washing still in the machine.
Please note – this is not to say that one type of work is harder than the other, I just want to say that working for yourself – from home is a “real job” and doesn’t mean you don’t work hard. ALL work is hard work. Whether it be outside the home or inside the home, paid or unpaid.
Otherwise we wouldn’t call it work, we’d call it play.
STATIONERY | DESIGN
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