I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a while but keep putting it off. I love the way I can fit work into my life at the moment and working from home plays a big part in that and work is picking up. I’m not sure if working from home will always suit me but for now and for the future I can see for myself, I want to do it forever!
But then, I catch up with a friend. We have a gossip. She tells me how tiring it is looking after her son and how she likes to go to work and put on nice, clean clothes and how it is me time. She talks about what people at work did that day and what happened to make her day go faster; How she is applying for a promotion; How she loves going to work and being herself; Having time for herself and not a having to be a mum; How people at work compliment her and say she doesn’t look like a mum.
Blah, blah, blah! Ok, so slowly a little pang of jealousy starts to creep up. I’ve got pretty clothes, just nowhere to wear it. I do things that make me still me and not just a mum, I think, although I can’t always tell. I don’t always have time to think that my day is going slowly or at least not recently. If I’m not working, I’m cooking or as, we’ve had a few illnesses in the family, I’ve been going out to see them and help out in any way I can.
I love this flexibility I have at the moment. I love being there for my kids, even though it can be so much hard work at times, I am starting to like it. So, why do I keep getting jealous of all my friends who go to work, and get promotions, and wear nice clothes every day?
Attempting to be an amazing accountant and an amazing mum, somehow combine the two and meet somewhere in the middle but currently failing at both. Hoping that in a few years I will have found something I enjoy doing or found some sort of work life balance and will be in a less stressed out place but until then, or as I get there, I think I...