Just been called to the school to pick up my daughter who has a sore tum and sore head and looks as white as a sheet. Luckily was just back from taking the dog for a walk and about to head into the office so was able to pick her up straight away pop her into the sofa bed with a hot water bottle and hopefully let the bug take its course.
Sounds easy doesn’t it? But in reality it isn’t as simple as that particularly as my son was off last week and is still not 100%. Luckily today my schedule was to go into the office for some internal discussions about a project we are nearly finished with and my colleague is now very kindly on her way here to discuss this with me. Tomorrow is not so easy I have a social media tutorial scheduled and Friday I have a meeting re Scottish Borders Chamber of Commerce Events all of which I will either have to postpone or not attend. Luckily all parties concerned understand but it again reminds me how fragile the world of the working mother is and in my previous job having a sick child meant major guilt as day after day my days were full of meetings many of whom were all male events and myself and even in this day of so-called equality men don’t often have to be number one nurse when it comes to a sick child and I find some understand fully and others don’t.
I am luckily now in the position of working for myself so I can usually juggle things but I do wonder about women who don’t have that luxury who have jobs where continual absences are frowned upon and wonder how some women do it or am I just alone in this?
For me I am at a stage of my life when my children very much still need me and they are my number one priority in life. However I love what I do work wise as well and always want to give 100% there too and on occasions that makes me feel not divided but as if I have 100 juggling balls up in the air with a fear that one or two at least might fall down.
You will see from my previous blog “Can women have it all” that I have had quite the journey as a mother and coming to the realisation that it would change my life forever and for the better. But wonder if I am alone in this almost constant feeling that I am juggling continually and sometimes it works and sometimes quite a few balls fall down. Plus also intrigued what its like for women who stay at home. I have come to realise that we working mothers look at them sometimes with envy and they look the same back. But suspect it is also a juggling act for them too as so often it is these mums’ who are the stalwarts of the nursery/school and other essential groups in certainly village life in St Boswells. They also have busy lifes.
So am I alone or are we all doing a lot of juggling?