As I took my 2.5 minutes under the shower this morning, avoiding the bath toys that were being thrown in by my youngest in an attempt to make me happy, I pondered how I’m getting on with the whole holding down a job/being a Mum thing.
On the one hand, you could say I’m managing fairly well. I still have a job and I still have two children. Well done me.
On the other hand, I don’t feel as though I’ve struck the right balance yet. I do wonder though if this is because there isn’t a “right” balance.
When I have a good week at work, it tends to be because I’ve put some extra time in. Equally, when my family are happiest it’s when I’m not working.
I was reminded of a lady I used to work with who stated one day that she felt she’d “done it all”. She’d got to the top of her career and she was a great Mum. I couldn’t disagree that she was flying high when it came to her job, but I did wonder if her children would agree with her that she was a great Mum – or if they’d have preferred her to be home with them a bit more and not been moved from country to country whenever she got promoted.
2.5 minutes isn’t really that long to ponder, so the rather grainy conclusion I came to is that at this stage in life I should probably just be pleased by the fact that I still have a job and I still have two children, and keep trying to balance the scales every time one tips out of kilter.
And if all else fails, there’s always wine.