This post is not about ladies of the night and their Greek clientele.
Over the last week I’ve been walking around zombie like in a foggy daze. At times I am even zombie like literally as P2 finds my impersonation of the walking dead uproariously amusing. “Raargh, raargh, brains… I’m going to eat your brains raaargh”. Its comedy gold but I digress. The reason for my brain dead state is simple. I’m more tired than usual because I went back to work. Mumabulous is now Part Time ‘Abulous from Wednesday to Friday. I’d love to tell you all the nitty gritty details of the job. Office goings on are fertile grounds for a blogger. Sadly however my colleagues are vaguely aware (but not greatly interested in) my online life and there is a miniscule chance they’ll read it. Therefore I am unable to entertain you at their expense. I will say that thankfully the company is about as far from stockbroking as you can get and the people are lovely.
Up until this point I was fretting irrationally about being consigned to life’s scrap heap because I wasn’t in the corporate groove. I had this nagging sense that I should be doing something – anything not related to micro managing the kids and the household. This persistent feeling of inadequacy motivated me to start blogging as well as assisting Dadabulous with his evil plans for world domination. Nevertheless the phrase “the longer you are out, the harder it is to get back in” kept repeating itself nefariously in my head. Now that I have finally fought my way back in, I’m facing a raft of new complications and inconveniences. I’m beginning to reconsider the wisdom of getting back in but its too late to pull out. Like the lunatics in the asylum, I’m committed.
In an attempt to balance the work/life equation the pros and cons of the situation are laid out below.
The office is a 10 minute drive from home.
They are happy with me working from 9.30 to 4.30 so that I can oversee the school drop off.
The office is a 10 minute walk from the purveyor of the best Vietnamese BBQ chicken rolls like EVER!
I can eat, sip tea and go to the bathroom uninterrupted.
Whilst in the office I am not distracted by my housework.
Whilst in the office I am not distracted by social media. Spending all day on Facebook and Twitter would be a bad, bad look.
The dress code is smart casual and high heels are not required. Hoorah!
I get to use new-fangled software like a proper office type person.
Once the basics are mastered, I might be able to expand the role to take in things I really enjoy like expanding the business’ Social Media presence. Hence I will be able to spend all day on Twitter and FB and no one will raise an eyebrow. (Unless I start posting shirtless Fass, which has been known to happen).
A gaping hole in my resume has finally been sealed.
Double drop offs are a stress like no other. I arrive at work feeling exhausted.
The nearest decent cappuccino is a 10 minute walk from the office. Surely it is against some UN charter to subject workers to such appalling conditions.
My work wardrobe is practically fossilized. The corporate attire hanging in my closets is aged between 7 to 10 years. I can tell you with some smugness that most of it still fits. (Fist pumps the air). It would be great to rock and updated look but there’s no window in my schedule for shopping.
This includes grocery shopping. Now we have to tackle that chore as a family on the weekend.
I could not immediately get a place for P1 in After School Care. I’ve hired a nanny to do the afternoon pick up until a spot becomes available. So far she’s been wonderful but its taking a substantial chunk of my after tax pay.
Previously I had very little time to myself to do things like get a haircut, go for a swim, catch up with friends, enjoy a quite coffee or gaze lovingly into the eyes of the Fass or the Hiddles* or Clive Owen or Colin Firth or Jon Hamm or Jermaine Clement or Antonio etc etc. Now I have zilch, zero, nada and my roots really need a retouch. ( I’m talking about my hair you smutty, smutty people).
What the heck am I going to do over the freakin’ school holidays? I should have thought about that before I flung caution and my resume to the wind.
Am I crazy? How do you guys make it work?
* Actor Tom Hiddleston with whom I am experiencing the first flush of luuuurve. He’s so smiley. If he were a muppet he’d be Guy Smiley.