On a recent power walk around our neighborhood, my mom friend, Laura, was lamenting her in-between status—she’s been working remotely since March 2020, and feels like neither a full-time, stay-at-home parent, nor a full-time, out-of-the-house working adult.
In short: She’s an in-betweener.
There are plusses and minuses to this arrangement, she told me. It’s great when she’s around for a last-minute playground playdate. But it sucks that it has to coordinate with her Zoom meeting schedule and she needs to be able to check email throughout, a mindset that makes it hard to really watch a three year-old on the monkey bars.
On the flip side, when she’s conducting those virtual meetings out of her home office, she’s also distracted—mainly due to sibling squabbles within earshot, general interruptions and, well, mom guilt. (Mom’s home, but she can’t play.) The result? A persona that feels half in, half out…and not great.