One of the biggest challenges for a working mum is the early years. I missed the 2014 World Cup as my baby was so young. I recently had a chat with a football mum who went to that tournament and had a really, really tough time. It’s so hard to know when is the right time. So much can happen. I guess you have to make the decision and be bold with it. Tournaments aside, I had a tough time knowing when was the right time to return to work. Rewind a few years.
Well how could I not write a blog on Father’s day when my husband is being “Super Dad”? Yes I know the kids are both of ours and I shouldn’t be grateful that he’s simply doing what parents do, but he is going above and beyond by holding the fort for five weeks while I’m here in Russia, which means a whole lot of bath and bedtimes (which I can tell you are both wonderful and exhausting in equal measure), night time wake ups from the kids and I doubt any social life. Hats off to all the single parents out there. What a job you do.
People always tell me my job is so glamorous, sometimes it is. Today it is. More often than not it is lot of waiting, usually in the freezing cold. Travelling the length and breadth of the country and creeping into the house (and out of it) at ridiculous hours. “I deserve days like this,” I told myself.