What passing bells for those who quit when mothers;
Only the lolly-pop lady's relentless
drivel...
I'm sure that is
really bad taste but I will finish it. It has potential. (I think)
So. I'm about to write my resignation letter. Wish me luck.
It will have been 20 years less 1 week and no one has battered an eyelid. Except for me...
20 years, half my life. Apart from a few dreadful lows, probably the best part.
I gained my
Independence, my degree. My Katie-pie, My husband,
Benjamin Bunny and Charlie Bear.
Became a chartered Engineer and managed to get my foot well and
truly on the property ladder.
Almost as importantly though, I've thoroughly enjoyed it. I have been ME. Primarily Nicola
Lawty, (spent my
Houghton years on
Maternity leave, though you have to start again when you get married. Any reputation you have
disappears as no one make the connection.)
I know that I am doing the right thing, and I know that I will enjoy it. I can't imagine packing the youngest off to nursery like I was forced to do with Katie. That was devastating. Paying someone else to do what I wanted to do most in the world. It's awful trying to balance a young family and work. Constantly clock watching. Knowing that you are a failure at both, never being able to attend the
assemblies OR work late, dreading every cough or sneeze, guiltly sending your child in to nursery unwell as you can't miss that important meeting yet not being able to concentrate for worry. Trying to pack the house work, shopping and all your weeks love in to two short days.
I know it's the right thing, I know I'm lucky to be ABLE to do it, I suppose I just want someone to acknowledge how hard it is to give up half your life...