I love working from home; the time saved on the commute, the chance to eat decent meals, and the ability to catch up on housework during your lunch break make has made it seem every working parent’s dream.
Yet there are some days when I am at home when I wonder whether I’d rather be in the office. Sometimes this is because I bite off more than I can chew, end up multi-tasking all day and doing everything badly. Other times it’s because my two year old son is also in the house. Although under the supervision of his Dad, I spend the day trying to hide, which is easier said than done in our tiny flat. I can only dream of a home-office (currently it’s on my bed). There’s also the issue of cabin fever and when I’ve done a few days of intense work without leaving the house I start crave the outside world again and the time to daydream and read on the train which I don’t seem to prioritise at home.
When I went back to work after maternity leave and a long period of breastfeeding, just being out on my own to go to work and have a lunch break was very novel. I wouldn’t have minded being office based if I was working part time, so I still had some days at home. However, as I am working full time, 5 days a week, working from home has been an absolute god-send and I don’t know if I would have managed to keep my job otherwise.
Despite the minor issues, I feel very grateful to be able to do it. On a societal level, it can have a widespread impact in cutting down pollution by keeping cars off the road, benefitting the economy by reducing absence, as well as improving the wellbeing of workers. It also directly benefits the company itself through productivity gains and the need for less office space.
It’s all about the balance though, and sometimes I should just get my ass into the office.