I really don’t know how much longer I can cope with working from home.
By the time I’ve cleared myself a space, amongst the toys, and the bills, and the un-read newspapers, hung out the washing, made the beds and put away the dishes, there’s barely time to sit down and think through where to start.
My husband is incredibly kind and happily takes off with the kids for the day so that I can get cracking. But I really struggle to focus, when I’m sat amongst books, toys and teeny tiny underpants.
And it doesn’t help that there’s this staring at me too
I’m guessing I might need to start hoping and praying that some bargain studio space comes my way……and soon!