Later, I rented an office and designed it “brilliantly”—front entrance to the kids’ playroom, back entrance to my office. My sister joined in, running her boutique downstairs with her children around.
We thought we had nailed it—until one day, my five-year-old nephew walked in, looking for playmates: “I’m bored.” BOOM, my place became an instant war zone.
In 2018, as an empty-nester, I volunteered at community library in a mall, where many parents worked remotely. A team of mothers and volunteers ran storytelling and enrichment classes for their children. Parents focused. Children engaged.