NOT THAT I WANT TO shame my husband in print, but the following anecdote sums up my summer juggle: in May I created a school holiday spreadsheet for our two young daughters, filling each entry with things like, ‘Holiday’, ‘Football camp, 9-3pm. Sort wraparound care!’, ‘Grandparents?’,and more than a few “????’ Meanwhile, I called my in-laws, spoke to my boss about WFH, and booked holiday clubs, then emailed it to my husband.
Last week, on our way home from a week in Greece, he asked, ‘What are we doing with the girls over the summer?’ He hadn't even read my plan for childcare, that would (hopefully) see us through to September.
Welcome to the Summer Juggle, where working parents (and let's face it, predominantly working mothers) face a headache-inducing six-week…
