It’s my daughter’s birthday next month and it is 3 years since I last worked. Yes that’s three long years as a stay at home mum, sitting with my feet up doing bugger all.
Whilst it has been a wonderfully relaxing experience having daily massages and icing homemade cupcakes as the children sit and studiously thread numbered beads in the correct order I am ready to go back to proper, paid work.
When you are pregnant the big question is: What is giving birth really like?
You can research as much as you want but it only ever makes sense once you’ve done it.
Now the burning question is: How on earth would I work and be a mum?
There are not enough hours in the day as it is.
What happens to all the washing? When do we pick the raisins out of the coir matting? Who is going to search for Mr Eeh Bah’s glasses/ keys/ shoes for 20 minutes every bloody morning?
Shit – he’s going to have to start wearing a bum bag 24hrs a day. We’re fucked.
To make matters worse I have somehow managed to announce my return to work with a press release. So no pressure there then.
Before I had a baby I thought I worked hard, then I had children and realised that everything before was easy.
Now I am about to return to work and we are still keeping the children. I suspect a whole new level of hard work is about to reveal itself to me.
If anyone knows the secret to working and maintaining a raisin free floor please let me know.