Eight months. That is how long it has been already since I started working at home because of the pandemic. Days had gone by rather quickly. It has been eight months as well since being with my family every day. Three months ago, I wrote about how we can be better at working from home when our family is also there. One of the things I mentioned was to give as much respect, patience and understanding to those who are living with us since they are essentially our current “officemates.”

However, over the past weeks, my patience towards my kids has been running thin. I glare at them whenever my video calls are being invaded; I nudge them out of my personal space whenever they try to climb all over me while I am working; and I am sometimes dismissive of their questions and concerns whenever they bring them up during my “work hours.” Every time I do that, their hearts break, and so does mine.

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