I thought I had reached a state of zen about the confininementworking from home arrangement. Then I went back to the office.

The blessed silence. The structure. The two screens. The restaurant food for lunch.

I began to recover my taste for life outside the cocoon. I was prepared to tell the boss I’d come in every day but just a little later than usual so I could get some work done with the kids first.

Then, a case was discovered in the office and it was back to lockdown once again. And I discovered all my zen had been leached away.

It was like I was back to the first week of this crisis when I found myself juggling both work and the kids and dropping both balls. I ended up losing it.

I decided that I needed to set boundaries. Work with the kids before work begins but don’t try to do more than IT troubleshooting thereafter. Do homework uploads after work and catch up on them over the weekend.

Also for my mental well being, do not stress about parents who are not taking this as seriously as one would like or about people who insist on going to their religious gatherings as if God has granted them some special immunity (when the reality is that religious gatherings have been the source of infection clusters in South Korea, Singapore and Hong Kong). Try to avoid combusting over Indians exulting over how well the government is doing when the battle has only just begun.

 I find myself exhausted at the end of the day and I wonder how that can be when I’ve cut a commute out of my routine. Instead, though, I teach my kids before work, track their work during and upload their work after. The freelancer I work with occasionally has suddenly been flooded with work and I find myself working on weekends.

Yet, I don’t feel entitled to be tired because I have adequate help and people like my sister have even more on their plate.