Finding my rhythm

For the last couple of years the rhythm of my working life has been unpredictable, like an avant garde concerto, veering from intense passages that run so fast it’s almost impossible to keep up with any semblance of melody, to periods of wobbly calm, which remind me of the old metronome I used to have at . . . → Read More: Finding my rhythm

Your money or your life

It’s a conundrum that most parents face. How to bring in enough money to pay the bills and support a reasonably comfortable lifestyle, but enjoy enough quality time with your children, especially while they’re young.

Most of the time, becoming a parent is a choice. We decide it’s time, we can afford it, we’ll manage. But I . . . → Read More: Your money or your life

3, 2, 1, and breathe….

I’m finally winding down for Christmas. Having not had any time off since starting back at work in July I’m in desperate need of a break. I’ve worked every spare hour going, rushing Ez and  Fonz through to naptimes so that I can take my well-worn seat at the computer and catch up on what I’ve . . . → Read More: 3, 2, 1, and breathe….

I’m not perfect

There, I said it.

I am a perfectionist. I discovered pretty soon after Ez and Fonz were born that being a mum and a perfectionist does not a happy mummy make. Now I’m finding out that being a perfectionist and a working mum is even worse.

I’m not content if I don’t do things well, if I’m . . . → Read More: I’m not perfect