Lockdown sent working mothers like me back to the 1950s - here's what must happen now

telegraph.co.uk:

maths games on their tablets – surely they could occupy themselves for the not-very-long duration of my morning video call with my team.They could not.

As I stood in front of a churning washing machine, laundry dripping on to my shoulders from the drying line overhead, nodding attentively at something a colleague said (don’t ask me what; I only looked attentive), I heard sounds suggesting the type of battle royale that only two very close siblings who’ve had their fill of ceaseless time together can produce.

Crashes. Yelps. Screeching. (Did we get a cat? Is it fighting with another cat? I actually wondered this.) When the melee burst through the door of my office du moment, because of course it did, I shoved my beloved son and daughter back.