weepiper
I fix the machines that fight climate change
I was a SAHM until my youngest was 16 months (the others were three and nearly six) when I went back to work in my previous job two days a week. It cost me more than I earned to put the two youngest in private nursery and the eldest in after school club for those two days but because I was a single mum and we still had a Labour government at that point tax credits paid for 85% of the bill which made it viable. I was really lonely and bored by that point, having been a single mother for more than a year while living in a pretty isolated home situation (farm cottages five miles from the nearest town) so I was eager to get a bit of adult contact and feel like I wasn't 'just' Mummy. It was really hard going though because an eight hour work day sandwiched with being the only one looking after the three small children (so still getting up at night with one or more of them, feeding/dressing/nappies/potty training/collecting/dropping off at childcare/homework/washing dishes/housework, the fucking lot) meant on the days I was working I would pretty much not sit down between 6am and 10pm. It was pretty exhausting at that point and if they cried at nursery drop off or whatever I did sometimes find myself thinking is this worth it?
I don't know how it might have been different if I had a) been in a relationship with their father and b) lived somewhere less lonely. I might not have wanted to go back to work so soon. I don't know. I adored being their mum and miss them being tiny but it was pretty tough at the same time. I have contradictory feelings about it.
I don't know how it might have been different if I had a) been in a relationship with their father and b) lived somewhere less lonely. I might not have wanted to go back to work so soon. I don't know. I adored being their mum and miss them being tiny but it was pretty tough at the same time. I have contradictory feelings about it.