At this point a week ago I was lying in my garden with my youngest relaxing across me. The sun was warm on us and it was a rare quiet moment. It was still holidays but I was preempting my return to work after 6 weeks off. I was being met with the ball of … Continue reading That sinking feeling
I am a working mum. Over this lovely festive period I was sat on the sofa in my parents house and my middle child was sat next to me. Something amusing happened, I can't recall but I must have laughed out loud. My son said "Mummy, I never hear you laugh". It was a proper … Continue reading I am a working mum, working hard to be mum.
I am a Family support worker (aka social worker, youth worker, counsellor, family therapist, play worker, teacher, negotiator, mental health nurse, and receptionist). I work in a primary school and we've just had the end of school year, and whilst the staff around me receive gifts, whilst I rush around getting the right gifts for … Continue reading Not for the appreciation