What we’re left with at the end of the day


We work every day the whole day, counting with our job as parents too.

Then the weekend arrives. Saturday is for resting, Sunday is for weekly meal prep, folding clothes, cleaning, organizing…chores chores chores. Sunday should be for rest too…in which world though?

As parents, planning is critical to be able to freely enjoy time with the kids in the evenings. The time left for ourselves is basically gone. Add the lockdown to this scenario and go figure.

All this mumbo jumbo, just to say that loving our job would take some of THE load, it would make a difference in how we handle life. And if we’re not doing work that we love, we’re left with making love work. Or should the logic be the other way around?