Oh I do so love a Bank Holiday weekend – an extra day to spend with family and friends; an extra evening to drink gin without worrying about the ‘adult headache’ the next day, the perfect excuse for a spa day or mini break… you get the drift! However what I really don’t love about a short work week is that you have only four days to get a full week’s work done AND it always feels so much harder to be productive and get everything done when your brain has had a few days off. So I thought I’d share four tips for you to implement that will help make your short work week productive and enjoyable 🙂
You know that saying ‘the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence’? Well that’s definitely the case for me when it comes to working from home – it was one of those things that I dreamt of happening until it actually did and now I actually miss my office ha! For those of you thinking about going into working from home this might be helpful – and even if you aren’t it can be good to see that it’s not all a bed of roses!
I’ll be honest here – i’m not entirely sure that there is such a thing as a perfect Work-Life Balance; the scales always seem to tip in one direction more than another and it’s so hard to juggle everything.
I have a very very busy life – I work full time (and often extra-time), have a ‘second job’ as a writer, I’m also a full-time mum, a wife, a sister, a daughter, an aunty, a friend, a blogger and so much more. There are so many hats that I need to wear throughout my week, or even just throughout my day that sometimes it feels as though I’m constantly dropping some or all of them. I’ve covered some of that feeling in my #MumGuilt post which you can read here too. Continue reading
I remember the first time I saw this quote – it really struck a chord with me; we were a week into the 7 week long summer holidays and I’d been let down on a couple of days childcare for Lily. I had ended up keeping her at home with me whilst I worked and had just got off a conference call with some senior management guys that she’d interrupted by calling out for juice. I laughed it off on the call – made a joke about her being the one who had primed me for dealing with all of their demands and made frantic gestures at Lily to be quiet. I felt so hugely guilty when I put the phone down – guilt at being unprofessional but also guilt at being annoyed with Lily for simply asking for a drink. Later on during the holidays she would turn to me on a day when I was trying to submit a project deadline and had again been let down on childcare, tears in her eyes, and ask why it was that I wasn’t able to take her to the park or play barbie; “All of my friends have their mummies at home looking after them”. Another perfectly timed stab of guilt right in the gut…