My job allows me to work at home 2 to 3 times a week. Although this is great, I do get a bit of cabin fever.

Anyone else find themselves in this situation?

WFH is a nightmare for me. I'm too handy for her indoors who never stops yakking

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Lets be careful out there !

Ah my other half can't understand why the ironing hasn't been done when i've been W@H for the last 3 days.

He misses the point of the Working bit of at home.

have you thought of seeing to his needs. you wait until he is asleep, then come down to do your home working, keeping quiet so not to disturb him, then having his breakfast on the table, see him off with a smile. then do the washing and polishing, maybe if you are quick, get a part time day job.

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Its not always the biggest and the bestest, its them that make the least mistakes.

Now there's an idea lol

Jim, you're slipping, you forgot slippers gently warmed and dinner on the table for when he gets in.

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Did not forget, its part of standing orders along with running bath

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Its not always the biggest and the bestest, its them that make the least mistakes.

I'd love to work from home. What's cabin fever?? Never heard of it.

I can guess at being stuck indoors on your own ?

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I worked from home a few times a week for a couple of years when I was self employed. The flexibility was great in that you choose what time you start & finish, but when I was very busy, Mrs SOT couldn't understand why I couldn't run the hoover around (yes Jim I know, what a stupid question!!), do the washing up, unload or load the washing machine, buy some toilet rolls or collect the dry cleaning etc etc.

She also got the hump when I worked well past normal office hours - once until 3am - to meet deadlines. Add to that the cabin fever effect of working in a 6ft x 6ft office (box room), I understand exactly the negative side that working from home can create. I found myself working in my dressing gown at 11.30 one morning and was becoming completely disorganised.

Now I work in a huge office, travel to c London daily and am just a pay number. Bizarrely, I sort of prefer it and wouldn't go back to home/lone working again out of choice