If you saw my last post (the one where I freak out a bit) you’ll know that I had the opportunity to return to work pretty much immediately and so had to decide quick sticks what I wanted to do.
It all came about because I’d been considering returning to work sometime this year, possibly after the school Summer holidays – emphasis on considering and possibly. While updating my CV for the first time in over ten years, and having a mooch around a few job sites I kind of applied for a job, not thinking I’d even get an interview never mind end up being offered the role. I’m still not entirely sure why I clicked ‘apply’, I obviously got carried away in a moment of madness.
I’m a SAHM of two, both of whom have been in full-time education for almost two years now.
I think once the youngest child starts school there can be an assumption by family/friends/society that Mummy will be returning to some form of employment now she has all that time on her hands. The reality of the situation is that jobs that fit nicely around school hours and holidays are rarer than steak tartare.
More likely the majority of roles on offer will require you to be available weekdays 9-5, oh and probably won’t be cool with you not working school holidays, inset days, kids-off-sick days, polling days or any days that don’t fall within the stipulated terms of your holiday entitlement. If you’re lucky you might be able to wangle the odd morning off for a nativity play, class assembly or sports day but probably not all of them and probably not for every kid, every time.
Yes of course there are breakfast clubs, after-school clubs and the option of holiday clubs. Planning and staggering annual leave a year in advance to cobble together a childcare solution that gets you through until the start of term. If you’re very lucky there may be family on hand to help on a regular basis. There are ways to make it work and families adapt and work within their own constraints to do so.
So the question is, how do you decide if you should go back to work?
So recently I’ve been contemplating going back to work sometime in the near future. Both the kids are in full time education and so the opportunity to return to the workplace is there if the right position were to come along.
Of course this would mean a real change to our current family dynamic and would bring with it a whole heap of challenges, childcare during holidays being the biggest and most obvious one.
In January I decided to dust off my CV have a tentative look to see what was out there (if anything) that would suit my requirements. I’m not really looking to get back on the career ladder as such, just something admin based that I can do well while still being around for the family as much as I can.
So here I am, noseying around on jobsites for something that might be remotely suitable when I spot an interesting little post that appears to tick a lot of boxes. On a whim I click the ‘Apply for this job’ button for the craic, my CV gets whizzed off through the interwebs and I crack on with life never giving it a second thought.
Until a few weeks later when I get a call from the company inviting me for an interview!! After a brief pause while I suddenly realised she hadn’t got the wrong number and that I had indeed applied for an actual job, I arrange an interview date.
Right, ok then. So that happened. I’m going for a job interview. For a job. A job that could actually be my job. It’s just an interview though, not an offer so no biggie right? If anything I should go purely because the last time I had a job interview I was a mere child, pre-marriage or parenthood, so I could really do with the practice.
Obviously I discussed it with Himself and he agreed that whatever the outcome I should go for the interview regardless.
Kirsty from Winnettes Parenting & Baking blog braves the SLH body confidence Q’s this week with a healthy dollop of balance and a slick of lippy, read on then go drool over her blog for some perfect half term baking inspo!
Name 3 parts of your body that you love and tell us why they’re so fabulous?
I love my hair. It is really thick and I like the length at the moment, although I am not against having it cut. I have had loads of highlights put in which I really really like. Fortunately I am lucky that I also really like my natural colour and so far…. There aren’t many greys.
I’m not a runner. I try, honestly I do but ultimately I get to a point where it all seems like a bit too much hard work and the same old excuses come thick and fast.
“I’m not built for running, my legs are too stumpy.”
“What if my old knee injury flares up?”
“It’s too cold/dark/late/wet”
“My asthma’s playing up, better not risk it”
“I don’t have time today”
“It’s too much faff, all that gear and gadgets.”
(I’m sorry but contrary to what I’ve read you don’t ‘just need a pair of trainers‘ to get started. What about your mobile for music/running apps, earphones, keys, gloves, jacket, drink, shades, hat and that’s not even including investing in actual running gear from head to toe.)
You could say I haven’t exactly embraced the idea in the past. Despite ‘Run the London Marathon’ featuring on my bucket list (the only sporting event I get ridiculously emotional about ever), I’ve just never had the motivation to stick at it for any length of time.
I’m so happy to have Talya from Motherhood: The Real Deal join me as a guest for the She Loves Herself series this week. If you haven’t already, then get yourself over to her blog for a whole heap of funny, informative, warts and all posts on the joys of parenthood!
Whaddya mean never heard of it? The famous ‘100 Things Chuck Out Challenge’? Come on you must have seen the book? Alright, I admit I made it up. I mean AS IF someone could write an entire (best-selling) book about chucking stuff out and how it can lead to a more confident, successful you, giving you the courage to move on from negative relationships, achieve all your life goals and even lose weight while dancing in a meadow with magical unicorns, or something. That would be INSANE.
One of the great things about blogging is that wherever you are, as long as you have access to your PC, tablet or mobile you can always busy yourself in someway or another. Drafting up a post from the comfort of your own bed or catching up on your favourite Instagram feed on the bus. This can be really handy but I never feel like I’m in the best frame of mind to write unless I’m sitting at a proper workspace. For months my proper workspace was the end of the kitchen table but I got sick of the laptop constantly being there along with the homework, marker pens, unidentified crafty creations etc etc. Oh, and sometimes we even needed to eat our meals on there.
Happy 2017 lovely readers – I hope you’ve had a fantastic Christmas and New Year filled with family, fun, food and festivities!!
NOW DROP AND GIVE ME 20!
Because I saw you sneak that third slice of pudding with custard AND double cream and now you must be punished OK? At least that’s how I used to see New Years Day. One seriously big dose of guilt and self-loathing after weeks of eating and drinking with abandon, sometimes (but not always) served with a side of optimistic enthusiasm for the new me. The ‘definitely being good from today’ mentality that year after year guaranteed the same outcome – TOTAL FAILURE! Yup, whatever half-cocked new foodie hogwash was topping the Amazon book charts, it was in my basket quicker than you could say alkaline acai bowl. Sometimes, if I was feeling really enthusiastic I’d even treat myself to the celebrity endorsed fitness DVD de rigeur to ensure optimum success. Six-pack sorted.
Aaaaand we’re back, this time joined by Mackenzie Glanville of Reflections From Me , a blog full of beautifully inspiring posts bursting with positivity and warmth (and a stunning Instagram feed guaranteed to give you a warm fuzzy feeling inside.) Enjoy!
Does anyoneknow what day it is ? Anyone? Christmas was on a Sunday, OK so Monday, Tue- it’s Tuesday! Definitely Tuesday. Oh no hang on, has it been two days or three?
Every year we have this weird week of not knowing much for certain, other than our bank accounts have been well and truly drained and our tummies have been well and truly stuffed. In a Quality Street-induced sugar coma we bumble our way through the post-Christmas fog, trying to find homes for the mountain of ‘stuff’ that has appeared and wondering how long until we can start boxing up the baubles and getting the house back into some sort of order.