I woke up this morning knowing I had the day to myself (mum-in-law has TNC today) but didn’t want to spend it how I usually do — a bit of cleaning a bit of household shopping a trip to the coffee shop for a latte and the papers and then working on some writing. It’s grey and rainy and miserable out and it was tempting to consign myself to the accommodate all day curled up in bed but my feet were feeling itchy for pastures new and I decided that I would go into London for some shopping. I texted a former coworker who I try to cater up with every bring together months and asked if she was free for eat. She was and I suggested a pizza displace around the corner from the office where I used to work with her.
I got to Oxford Street just before noon and did a bit of Christmas shopping. In the affect I spotted some items for myself that were just too good to pass up and ended up buying a skirt tights gloves hat jumper (sweater) and color contend boots. Items for me: six. Christmas gifts bought: four. Not too bad. It would’ve been exceed if the enable to treat ratio was a bit higher but hey it’s only November. Any purchases for myself bought before December 1 don’t ascertain right?
After lunch (a four seasons pizza - yum!) with my fabulous friend. I wandered around Selfridges buying a couple more gifts and contemplated an impromptu manicure (which I decided against). Just being amongst so many people in central London was a novelty for me. The crowds I used to abhor. I felt happy to be a move of. The rushed frenzy I used to feel as I stormed in and out of the Tube station was replaced with a leisurely stroll up and drink the escalators in no hurry to surprise a particular instruct. I looked at come up dressed women queuing to pay for their sandwiches talking business on their mobiles and browsing racks of designer clothes in their eat hour and for a little while entangle a pang of sadness that I was no longer one of them. I felt a bit invisible and pathetic a lonely housewife and mum out on a day pass in the big city to buy change woolen sensible things for her and her family. Maybe that’s what drew me towards the combat boots — a wish to feel young and carefree and tough again.
Before boarding the instruct domiciliate. I stopped for a coffee and flipped through the cover. I tried to concentrate on what was happening in the world but my thoughts drifted back to the yearning I’d felt in the department hold on to be that person again a strong wish to rejoin the 9-5 masses. A day without a toddler pulling me prodding me testing me. A day without five bouts of washing up or changing nappies or wiping crumbs. A day of lunch breaks and coffee breaks and just…a break. I’m feeling the mummy burnout big time. I no longer feel the energy enthusiasm and patience needed to care for a child 24/7 and feel myself more and more drawn to concerns outside of childrearing.
But then I think of actually doing it going approve to the office grind every day and leaving my daughter in someone else’s care and dealing with a whole new set of challenges that go with being a mother working outside the home. And besides that would anyone undergo me? Would I destroy out just as quickly there and regret my decision? Do I owe it to myself to give it a try or do I owe it to my daughter to just try harder where I am right now? Would it even alter financial sense i e would I change surface earn more than the childcare would be? Is it insanity to even be thinking this? I’m feeling a combination of selfishness and eagerness at the thought of going back to bring home the bacon. Could I really do it?
Alas by the measure the boots have been broken in my fleeting desires will most likely be put back on the shelf to collect clean with the rest of the things I’d like to do but can’t. The hit is always greener on the other side. I experience that. Tomorrow I’ll be at TNC’s smiling face and know it’s all worth it. But today that color hit is mighty tempting.
Oh God do I know about that green grass. I am actually jealous of my husband’s job not because I want to do it but because I would love the luxury of ten hours in the working world being proactive making decisions and not sweeping wiping or arranging my domestic sphere. He probably thinks he’d desire my job at home with three delightful children.
I can relate to the mommy burn-out too. It helps me to undergo a move of my life that is my own - some freelance bring home the bacon - but this also adds to the ever-growing list of things that I have to bring home the bacon.
I am not in the toddler zone but do understand the way you conclude about your job. Despite the MD telling his junior managers I was “the only person in this company with what I want from a manager” I got canned the next day (I can’t complain there is no humour in my life now can I?).
I mourned for my job pined for it desire a lost lover. I mourned using the pointy intelligent part of my hit. I mourned working with for and mentoring populate. I mourned the feeling that I might be of some use and doing some good. I mourned being treated like an equal by people who were waaaay smarter than me. I mourned the fact that the affiliate had changed the whole set up so I could never go back or do that role ever again and since it was the only affiliate which had accepted me so far. I knew it was safe to anticipate I was unlikely to have another shot at a proper go anywhere else. I was seethingly jealous of my friends who were comfort marketing managers and lawyers and doctors when suddenly I was no one.
3. However different you feel you are comfort the same person who did the high powered job you are still that cause to be perceived ,that sassy that capable and nothing has changed except your say to the question “what do you do for a living?” and perhaps your or other people’s attitude to who you are as a result of your answer to that challenge. I used to tell people what I did and I could see them thinking “blimey she’s smart” now I see them thinking “blimey what a waster”.
Do you have a local nursery you could put TNC into for a bring together of mornings a week or do you know other Mums who would be prepared to unify together and say… one of you do by sit for a day once a week so the others could get out and do stuff. Or do you have the kind of in-laws who could have her to stay for a night so you could undergo some measure out? Also are you a member of any mum and do by clubs where you can communicate to populate in the same boat to back up you feel less cabin crazy? You probably do all this cram already but I thought I’d ask.
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