I've always been a fully paid up member of the working mums club - well since my eldest son was born in 2012.
I'm ambitious, determined and I love my job. In fact there's always been a pretty blurred line between my life and my job. And it's hard. It's hard to be a career driven working mum.
And then this week I was told due to the devastating effects of Coronavirus, I am being furloughed. Furloughed. Fur.......loughed. Furloughed. Furloughed. Furloughed.
I mean my initial response was "but what am I going to do without my work?" (How embarrassing)
And after I'd finished calming down by blowing in to a paper bag for 20 minutes, I realised that I had to get a grip. Then I started looking down a deep dark tunnel of fear, that this is going to be my life for the foreseeable (pass me the paper bag again someone) Then slowly I started thinking OK. I can either live in my pyjamas every day and eat, (by the way has anyone got any tips on how to "Stay Home, Save Lives, Stop Eating"?), or I could take the bull by the horns and make a success of this.
Hang on a minute. Oh my god. Am I now a stay at home mum? I don't think I can do it! It's too hard!
Oh sorry.....did I just say that out loud?
Many people think wouldn't it be wonderful to be furloughed and single. No cares in the world. Do what you want, when you want. However, I am starting to think that maybe I am the lucky one. I have two boys to look after. To focus on. To wake up and get dressed for. To continue giving my life some purpose whilst I'm O.F.F (On F*****g Furlough)
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