“But daddy… you’re not working.”

“But daddy… you’re not working.”

My children are confused. For their entire lives I’ve got up each morning, got dressed, and left the house to go to “work”, coming home later that day. Now, for the past 2 weeks since I started my new life at Status.im my older child (4 years old) is especially confused: I get up, get dressed and go to work. But work is the office in the small room at the front of the house.

It’s been pretty cool. I’m not spending 2.5 hours commuting on a sweaty commuter train (it’s HOT right now in the UK, and I mean really HOT not just UK hot) so I get to achieve more work, and see my kids more.

However, Freddie is not so sure. He views my new “office” with suspicion — he seems to think that I’m cheating by being at home and working. Around mid-morning on Tuesday there was a polite knock on my office door: Grandpa was taking him to the park, and would I like to come? When I politely explained that I was working, and that I couldn’t join them this time I was met with his best puppy dog sad expression and an deep sigh: “But daddy… you’re not working, you’re at home. I don’t know why you won’t come to the park”

It’ll probably take him (and me) a few more weeks to adjust to this new way of life, but I like it.