I was watching a film the other night, about a man who is incredibly rich and has all he could ever want … apart from a family. Someone says to him “So you’re a man who has everything, but nothing.” (Prize, in the form of kudos, for guessing the film!)
The Husband and I both work from home, we are able to, between us, drop of and collect our children from school, take them to after school activities, have friends for tea, be there for nativities and school events. We are nearly always here, yet we are not always together. Our children spend a lot of time with us, but usually with just one of us at a time.
We have jobs. Alongside those jobs we have a small business we are trying to grow and nurture. Working from home means there isn’t always a cut off point, hometime. Our home life and work merge into one most days. Weekends aren’t always different to weekdays in that respect, we are always available but one of us is nearly always working.
This Saturday we downed tools. We walked up to the village and wandered round the farmers market. We ate lunch together, went to watch a football match and later we watched a movie together. We didn’t do anything spectacular, just no work, all day long. I can’t remember the last time we did that.
It wasn’t a conscious decision to spend all day together but it was needed. It was lovely, I felt so content on Saturday evening, and it made me realise how little we do as a family.
We need to make more of an effort to have days like that, days where we are just together, because it reminds me that I really do have everything.