I, like many of my colleagues have been furloughed. A necessity to ensure businesses can survive and workers can continue to feed their families and generally pay the bills.
It’s a situation which isn’t ideal for anyone and I am sure we would all rather be slogging it out in the office, braving the rush hour traffic and dedicating our evenings to preparing packed lunches and school uniforms. It’s difficult sometimes to think about how things have turned out in 2020 and I am already imagining all the New Years Eve messages when we will all be glad to see the back of this year.
Therefore, like many individuals I am looking at this furlough stuff as a positive thing. It means as a Mum it’s one less thing to juggle, especially now homeschooling starts again this week. Furlough means I can be an amazing teacher; furlough also means I can take up all those hobbies I’ve been meaning to crack for the last 10 or so years. It means I can finally clear out the porch and bake that banana cake I’ve been promising the first born for the past 6 months.
What I have come to learn is that the reality of furlough in my house actually means I have extra time to clean. So the kids are kindly creating bigger messes than usual. Everyone is very thoughtfully wearing twice as many clothing items to make sure I don’t get fed up of just twiddling my thumbs all day. My husband suggested I am now ‘on holiday’ and thinks I do sweet fuck all and doesn’t understand why I continue to feel stressed about school work.
I have managed to master zero new hobbies and I have baked no cake. On the upside my husband did let me have a go of his air riffle and I nailed the kill shot on the first go, not only is he rethinking his ‘holiday’ coment, I am also smuggly feeling ready for the apocalypse and that was only made possible because of furlough.