I work from home (have done for years). DS is 12 so doesn't need childcare as such and in many ways the juggle has become a lot easier.
However, he does need some attention of course and while he's not much trouble, he's just here during holidays.
First day back at school. He left for the bus at 8am and I went back to bed with a cup of tea. Normally I get straight to work.
It's fine to get to my desk later, but I feel so indulgent and that I've wasted the time he's out of the house.
It's just so lovely that someone else has responsibility for him and I can stand down.
There's no point to my post, but I imagine it's something only true lone parents can empathise with.