We meet up with some mums who work from home
It’s back to school time, and with my youngest starting junior infants, I’m already anticipating the question, “You won’t know yourself now you’ve all that free time; what will you do all morning?’
It’s a perfectly understandable assumption — I drop the kids to school, and I’m there to pick them up. In between, I race home to pack as much freelance writing work as I can into my short window of time, but that’s not obvious, especially as I’m not in office wear. And of course, it shouldn’t really matter whether people know I work or not, yet somehow it does.


