Yup. I’ve only gone and done it. I’ve got myself a job.
A part time, flexi-hours job which also involves a trip into London once a week (ish).
I know, I know, I know. I can’t believe it either!
Just what I wanted.
My #WordOfTheWeek was going to be ‘New Job’ but…
…as DadTired always says, there’s always a ‘but’
This was a goal I set myself some months ago, but now that I have it I have thousands of questions & queries rampaging through my brain leading me to feel trepidatious about the whole thing.
What if I’ve lost the knack?
What if they don’t like me?
What if my brain no longer works when I have to talk about things other than toddlers/schools/PTA events?
What is Little Mister’s reaction going to be when I tell him mummy has to go to work?
What will happen with Mademoiselle and her beloved after-school gym class?
What if the childcare arrangements don’t work?
What about all of the friends I’ve got to know over mid morning coffee – will we still get our time together?
What’s in my working wardrobe which isn’t circa 1999 and still fits me?!
What if it doesn’t work out at all – what if I can’t juggle everything and I have to choose between being a working mum or a StayAtHomeMum?
What then? Really, what then?
I’m about to embark on a whole new project, just as I did two years ago when we moved to Oxfordshire. Then, I had no intention of becoming a SAHM, it was something I sorta slipped in to. I’m still learning-on-the-job and if someone were to appraise me for it I’m sure the report would say ‘could do better’.
My natural character is to take things in my stride, nothing phased me.
But this feels different.
Somehow this seems more impacting.
This isn’t just about me, it’s about Mademoiselle, Little Mister and DadTired. It’s about disrupting our current status quo (which I still have a love-hate relationship with) and finding a new one. And for me, if this doesn’t work I’m not sure what will, or where I go from here.
It’s a part time job.
It’s partly working from home with the odd day trip into London.
It involves me talking about food, something I love (and no doubt sampling some, too).
It’s what I want (but it’s not just about me any more).
What could possibly go wrong? See above* and some
It’s a new venture and just thinking about it is making my heart pound faster and my to-do-list grow even longer *deep breath*
Trepidation just about sums it up!
Wish me luck x
I’m linking this post up with Jocelyn at The Reading Residence and her #Word of the Week series.
Thanks for the lovely linky x