The life of the working mother is a constant juggling act. I try to be around for my kids each morning before I go to work, to kiss them and cuddle them, whilst at the same time trying not to get milk or porridge on my office clothes. Then I have to leave them in the capable hands of their father whilst I drive my 40 minute commute. I like having a bit of commuting time in the morning. It marks the break point between home life and work life for me, and by the time I arrive at my workplace I am calm, composed, and every bit the professional working woman. Usually…
Some days, however, it all just goes hideously wrong. Monday was one of those days. It started badly when I overslept by snoozing my alarm so often that it gave up on me! So I had to race around the house trying to do everything I usually do in the morning in half the time. I also decided that I couldn’t possibly leave the house without putting the next load of washing on and emptying the tumble dryer. Then my phone took ages to sync with iTunes, and before I knew it I was cutting it very fine indeed to get into the office before my first meeting, and I’d still not had my breakfast!
Because I have been known to run out of time for breakfast before, I have stocked up on a few “just add boiling water” pots of porridge which I keep in my drawer at work, along with a spoon I liberated from the canteen. So I set off to work secure in the knowledge that I would be able to have a semi-decent breakfast when I got there.
I did miss my first meeting, had to pull over in a layby and text the chair-person to make my apologies when it became clear I wasn’t going to make it. As I walked into the office I walked past the coffee machine, grabbed a cup of hot water and headed off for my desk. Accompanied by my lovely colleagues making helpful comments like “I thought you weren’t going to be in today!” I unpacked my laptop, switched it on, grabbed my pot of porridge and added the hot water to it.
And at this point I started looking for the spoon. Which I couldn’t find. Apparently, and in true The Matrix fashion, there was no spoon in my drawers. I found a fork. And a knife, but I wasn’t about to try to eat porridge with a knife.
And this is why, when a very senior manager phoned me and asked how I was doing, my completely professional response was “I’m fine, I’m just trying to eat porridge with a fork!”.
“Oh I see” he said. “I’ll call you back”.
At which point I did the only decent thing I could think of, and went to liberate another spoon from the canteen. And got myself a large Latte at the same time, as it was clearly going to be one of those days!
On a completely unrelated note, I’m going to be joining in with a new campaign next week, and before I tell you what it is, I’d really appreciate if you could spend a few minutes of your time completing this survey about games consoles. Thank you very much in advance.