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Home Office Goes from Calm to Chaotic with Hostile Family Takeover

April 27, 2020 by Kevin McKeever

home office family chaos

Back in late February, when most of the population still thought coronavirus came from a Mexican beer, a friend shared a jokey tweet from an online magazine editor. He wrote that the most frightening aspect of a pandemic that forced people to stay in their homes for 90 days would be that “the only ones to survive will be freelance writers.”

sam adams says freelancers will survive a pandemic

It’s now Day Numbersomethingorother of The Great Sequester, folks. It’s the end of the world as you know it, but I feel fine.

This “new normal” COVID-19 created is generally not much different than any “old normal day” I’ve had for the past 16 years as a work-at-home writer, a socially distant profession well before it became de rigueur. The commute to my home office remains congestion-free, provided the dog doesn’t cut me off in his haste to attend to his own business outside. My three-martini lunches still consist of a seltzer and leftovers with Jim Rockford, P.I. I’m always home in time for dinner because I’m always home and someone needs to cook.

Except now those nighttime meals are no longer made for me and my family. They’re made for me and my three new full-time home office mates.

“Why is Dad so happy?” asked my daughter, shortly after we had evacuated her from college, a place reminds us daily that she’d rather be.

“Because we’re all living in his world now,” answered my astute wife, an HR executive goddess who yet again proved why she’s winning bread in Corporate America while I’m pre-treating undergarment stains in between managing this website and craft ad copy to try to stimulate hot tub purchases during a pandemic. Also, I might have given myself away with a maniacal laugh.

My son offered no comment. It was noonish and he was still sleeping as a high school senior relieved of a 7:20 a.m. first bell will do. At least someone is taking this “shelter in place” stuff to heart.

Welcome to whole-home home office hell

Having the whole family under one roof during these times of plague and TP hoarding, while comforting to my paternal side, regularly reinforces why I never looked back when I left the cubicle farm back in 2004.

On the first day of our group confinement, my wife conducted a hostile takeover of our living room. She set up her command post in my easy chair, cranked the heat to pit-stain level and polka dotted every surface with a rainbow of Post-Its. This forced me to trade lunches with Rockford for the sounds of her frequent conference calls. These were surprising entertaining as she’d skillfully soothe a panicked global workforce with optimism like, “We can still check the box if we assertively e-enable interdependent core competencies by bringing to the table authoritative revolutionizing of the cooperative synergy and value-adding with a robust secret sauce.”

Alas, my cushy easy chair proved not ideal for My Love’s work or her back. So she moved upstairs, relocating my daughter out of the spare bedroom she used for studying. Is that a home version of corporate raiding?

The sink in the employee break room, formerly known as our kitchen, soon became a landfill of dirty plates and half-filled glasses as my coworkers in this whole-home home office lazily bypassed the adjacent dishwasher. No one turned off, let alone cleaned, the empty coffee pot. And someone used the microwave to reheat the previous night’s mahi-mahi. Heh heh heh.

Before my coworkers began randomly barging into my corner of office space to complain about boredom, TPS reports and missing red staplers, I did what I would do on any old normal day when faced with a difficult work issue. I took the dog for a long walk.

These days those rambles with our pup let me revel in spring, Blooming buds along deserted roadways. Skies silent except for the singing of birds and the buzzing of landscapers who no virus can contain. And all the while we walked, I meditated on the one question: When would my world return to me and their world to them?

For their sakes, I hope it comes soon because I will survive. It has been written.

A version of this previously appeared on Always Home and Uncool. Photo: © oes / Adobe Stock.

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Filed Under: at-home parenting, relationships, work-life balance Tagged With: COVID19, humor, moms, spouses and partners, work-at-home parents, working parents

About Kevin McKeever

City Dads Group Editor Kevin McKeever runs Write On, Kevin Communications when not being an at-home dad to three: boy, girl and canine. He wrote a two-time nationally award-winning newspaper column, blogs at Always Home and Uncool and tweets as @homeanduncool. His work has been featured in USA Today, Canada’s Globe and Mail, the New York Daily News and landfills worldwide.

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