Around a month or so ago, my husband and I made the difficult choice to separate after almost 13 years of marriage (sorry friends, family and acquaintances who are hearing the first of this right here. Surprise!), and although we decided to remain under one roof until our lease is up later this year (sensible), we could not have anticipated that we would be here, both working from home, with three primary school-aged kids also here and bored.
Please note: The irony of becoming single after all these years and the government being all like “LMAO you can’t be within 1.5 metres of another person” is not lost on us. Nicely played, universe.
Suddenly, our house – which admittedly already felt small at times – feels like it has shrunk to the size of a shoebox and we are piled in on top of each other like sardines. But the sardines are stressed and the shoebox is on fire and the…
