An average day for an immo mum

I decided to have a flexible job that would allow me to manage my own time autonomously and to work from home on days when my son was unwell.

But what a surprise... It was just at this point that the worst boss of all appeared, guilt. Running your own project when you are a woman and a mum who wants to continue being cool, involves wanting to be super ideal like the bloggers and preparing healthy and balanced meals, having the child's uniforms impeccable, looking moderately presentable and taking time to cover grey hair and paint my nails, keeping up with trends so as not to look old-fashioned, dedicating time to your partner to "water the relationship every day", looking after friends, having a social life, calling your mum, quality time with the little one... (in short, everything that fits under the much-desired "conciliation" but specific to my profession as a real estate agent).

That's why, because I'm a mum, self-employed, entrepreneurial and very imperfect, I share with you my day-to-day life as an immo mum. Because by sharing our lives, maybe we can forgive each other a little bit and enjoy ourselves more. Will you join me?

7:00 h- The alarm clock rings... A little while longer... A little while longer...

7:15 h- Oh, shit! I've already fallen asleep... Let's put the coffee machine on and wake the little one up.

There is no way to get it up... "Mummy, I want to sleep a little bit more...". (I could say that on weekends...).

Solemn oath that by 9 p.m. today at the latest he will be sleeping like a blessed man (and you believe it to the letter).

7:25 h- While they're having breakfast, you realise that we haven't ironed the uniform polo shirt and there's no time, so you sit on it to see if it gets any better (trick that works, amiguis).

We choose the car that will take you to the nursery today... 5 more minutes for that important vital choice... You take a deep breath...

7:50 h- Finally the two little men leave after the "kiss of true love" (something good can be taken from Disney).

You go to the bathroom and you wonder how they could have given you that kiss with the way you look...

Take a quick shower and look as cute as you can with those dark circles under your eyes and hair. Infallible trick: dry shampoo to give volume and good corrector application technique (for troll-faced mornings: a double helping of permanent red lipstick).

8:30 h- Coffee and we start checking emails, the agenda and social networks. Whatsapp at the 11 a.m. visit to remind him of the appointment.

9:30 h- You start making the first calls and make a schedule for the calls you will have to make again in the afternoon. "Excuse me, I'm working, can you call me at 7pm?" "Of course, beautiful...".

10:00 h- You prepare a market analysis for a recruitment visit at 12 noon.

10:30 h- You get up from the table and you realise that it looks like a hurricane has passed through your house... If it's that I don't organise myself well... Anyway, I'll do it quickly later, I have to go.

(The house belongs to everyone but for some reason you think you are responsible for it).

11:15 h- Visit to a house with a couple who want to buy.

Call from the nursery, heart racing (porelamordedioh que no esté malo)... ufff thank goodness, it was to remind me that I have to pay the 10 Euros for the Carnival photo...(10 € for a photo! But you pay it because with how cute it was...).

12:00 h- We will visit your property with all your material ready and eager to please the owners. We get a nice new property to sell - good!

On my way to the office I post a post on Instagram and check every 5 minutes to see how many people are posting. likes (Don't laugh, you do it too...).

You also get a great review on Google and it gives you the rush of the day.

13:30 h- You go up to the office for a while (my office is in DCollab), you greet your colleagues, check your mail again and continue writing the post that doesn't quite come out the way you want it to.

15:00 h- How hungry... What time is it? You go downstairs and have a quick drink because you're already late for the other visit at the other end of Madrid. You take the opportunity to leave some postcards.

.... On the way to the other visit, you call your mother and sister... (I should call them more...).

16:30 h- Visit to a chalet. You arrive early to prepare everything well, air everything out, etc. You take a look at the specifications... They're here!

18:00 h- There are no more visitors, so you are soon home. You arrive, and find that no leprechaun has come to clear up the chaos. You pretend you didn't see him, go into the office and continue working before the boys arrive.

"I'll do it in half an hour and then I'll be able to pick up a little bit..." ... Laughs.

Calls, you send reports of today's visits, you schedule follow-ups...

19:00 h- The boys return home.

Husband starts to pick up and you feel bad that you didn't do it earlier... (Why? I don't know, but you feel bad).

Are there any danoninos?... Shit, I haven't been to the supermarket.

No, there's yoghurt, honey...

Are we going to "zugar" with mum? Right... You sit on the floor and your back reminds you that you've overdone it with the weight you've put on your bag. I should go to the gym...

The phone rings and it's someone interested in a flat. While you're there, you take advantage of the situation and make the pending call for the morning because he didn't pick it up, the little one bangs on the door... husband to the rescue... (hey... no, with mum!) ... what a pity for the child and what a hurry for the caller...

20:30 h- We're going to cook dinner and while an owner calls you to discuss the e-mail you sent him. Maria, are you making a French omelette? Well, look... yes... but we're talking anyway.

21:30 h- The little one has just gone to sleep after the story, you pick up a bit, fold the clothes (I fold them myself because the KonMari method the husband does not understand it even following this checklist And of course, to make clothes happy you have to fold them well ;/) while you watch a bit of TV... Shall we watch an episode of something? OK, but just one, ehhhh?

.... So, today you're going to sleep early and you're watching The Crown, because hey, you've got to live and stuff...

And when you're finally relaxed and you're with your partner, both of you, you say... And tomorrow, wasn't the child supposed to bring a customised wooden spoon to the nursery?

A little over a year ago, I decided to be my own boss, to be an entrepreneur and dedicate myself to something that I really like doing, and also to have a flexible job that would allow me to manage my own time with autonomy and work from home on the days when my son was ill. Anyway, here's a typical day of an immo mum.