It's the Weekend!
Yay!!!
I love the weekend now. I remember when I was an at home mum, doing my partner's accounts and raising the kid/stepkids with him. I didn't realise how lucky I was.
Don't get me wrong, stay at home mums work their butt off. I was always doing something, either in the house or in the garden. I even used to make fancy birthday cakes! What a domestic goddess.
I really loved it, I loved the whole nurturing thing, the ability to be creative and organise my own time. The only person I had to answer to was the Unfaithful One, who was always appreciative of my efforts, and would praise me publicly all the time. Probably the reason I stayed with him for so long!
But now I'm working in the real world, 8am-5pm, Monday to Friday, the weekend has regained it's value. At first I was seriously resentful of the demands work made of me, I kept saying how unfair it was that I didn't have enough time in the week to do everything I wanted to.
It took me about 12 months to realise that maybe my priorities were the problem, not the work I had to do in order to finance my life. Being a domestic goddess and the best cake baking mum in the school year were maybe NOT the most important things in my life. Maybe that wasn't what my child was going to remember when she looked back on the happy moments of her childhood. Maybe she would remember the ranting, raving, lunatic mother who was running around trying to make everything perfect as a BAD thing. In hindsight, I realised that I was making myself miserable and in turn making my daughter miserable trying to create something that wasn't real.
So I let go. And in letting go, I've discovered the good things about working. And one of them is the precious weekend and public holidays. Aussie's love public holidays, almost as much as we love having a sickie. Which is another thing that I found again! There's something special about ripping off the boss. Kind of like posting on your blog on a quiet Friday afternoon before opening the social club bar for knock off drinks.
Can you see how working adds so much value to my life?
2 comments:
Hey Deb, just peeping around and I like, I really like. As for your daughter having bigger feet than you - All 3 of my kids have bigger feet than me, 2 are taller than me leaving the other twin shorter - which is weird. No wonder everybody asks them separately how old they are!
I understand the job thing - I go from day to day wondering if I'll ever work again:(
Hi Zoe, I can't leave comments on your blog yet, still sorting out access from home & the filters at work stop me doing just about anything.
You'll work again, just take the time now to stop & get healthy again, work is always there to come back to!
I've got twin step grandkids, 2 sets in the same family 17 months apart (yes, they were VERY BUSY) and they look nothing alike, blond, dark brown, curly & straight, tall & short, stocky & wiry. The girls actually get into arguments with people who won't believe they're twins. Probably better that way, they don't get confused about their identity.
I love twins, heaps of fun & double the trouble. But I get to send them back home too, even better!
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