I spoke too soon. Our germs a few weeks ago were barely illness. This week we have the whole house (bar one) falling and it’s about to get ugly. We’ve got the littlest home from nursery, not sleeping overnight and being a limpet in need of comfort throughout the day, we’re getting not a lot done, and fast. My husband and I both aren’t well either and it’s the ultimate clash of ill parents trying to care for an ill child. With the added complication that we’re both self-employed. And it suddenly doesn’t feel too clever.
Battle planning
We spend our evenings drawing up battle plans of how we’re going to tackle the next day – whose turn it is for the school run, who gets which block of work time and who is on nursing duty for our youngest. There are negotiations over essential meetings, discussions over the importance of being in the office at certain points and whose turn it is to go to the shops for medication, both pharmaceutical and chocolate-based.
Who wins?
It’s the first time we’ve been affected by illness while we’ve both been self-employed. It’s made us both look at our clients and be grateful for the flexibility they have offered in terms of getting work done. It also sparked some interesting/difficult conversations about how we prioritise work, whether it should be dictated by earnings and day rates, whether its about loyalty to longer-standing clients, or ones with potential for the future. There are absolutely no right answers on this one.
The new normal
I think this “new normal” of a post-covid world is more accepting of work and life clashes. It was fine when my daughter occasionally popped in and needed me, or I had a Teams chat with someone while she was bunkered in for comfort. No-one commented when I sent emails at 9pm because the house was finally quiet and we both cracked on with some work because we didn’t know how long the window of opportunity would last. While it could be a bit of a dangerous work/life blurring, the benefits for an ill, sleep-deprived parent being able to work whenever (potentially wearing whatever) are huge.
Time off
This was my second time balancing illness with freelancing. I already knew I was taking time off over Christmas with a slightly extended 3 week break that was long overdue and much needed, but this meant I was facing 3 weeks without income. I knew I’d feel this in January when there was no work to invoice for. So, the prospect of adding to this period by taking time off for sickness felt too risky. I’ve been ploughing on and crossing my fingers we all get through it soon. In the end, I lost so many hours of working this week, there’s no way it can be the start of my Christmas break. The only way to do it is to cut my three week break down to two weeks as I make up the work I’ve still got outstanding. I know that really limits my downtime after a really busy period, and I’ll be returning to the same level of business for January, February and March, but the options here are pretty limited.
Survival
There’s no doubt we’re in survival mode. Fuelled by caffeine, over the counter drugs, huge quantifies of sugar and a hopeless desperation that the end must surely be in sight soon. I’m mentally booking a month-long break for Easter as my motivation.
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