A very good friend of mine once said that she was going to get the words “there is only one of me” tattooed on her forehead. I have to confess in the last few weeks I’ve been tempted to do that myself. Since before Christmas I’ve been working on a very high profile project at work, which has kept me exceeding busy, and I have found myself uttering those six words with alarming frequency…
There’s been a few changes at work in the last 4 months. We’ve had another restructure, which has meant I had to reapply for my own job again, which is always a stressful experience. Thankfully this time I managed to secure a role, and the plus side was that gave me the chance to have a chat with my boss about the future direction my role was going to take. Long and short of it is that I’ve had a change of responsibilities, and I’m now doing a job which suits my personality and skills a LOT more, so I’m a lot happier with that.
However the downside is that the job I’m now doing is particularly busy at the moment. And although I only work part time (alternatively 3 days and 4 days per week) sometimes the way deadlines have fallen have meant I’ve had to do some work on my off days, or at least be available on the phone. I’m working long days when I’m in the office, which means that my evenings consist of getting through the door just before the kids’ bedtime, straight into the bedtime routine, and then worrying about dinner for the geekdaddy and I. In addition as one of my new year resolutions I am now trying to cook us a proper meal from scratch every evening, rather than resorting to ready meals and takeaways which is what we were doing before Christmas. We frequently don’t finish eating until 10pm, and then I’m really not capable of doing very much.
My main stress at the moment is that every other Thursday I’m supposed to be off work with both kids at nursery. This is supposed to me my “me” time. My recharge time. My blogging time. My tidying the house time. However I haven’t had a day off since Christmas. I missed the one in Christmas week as the geekdaughter was too poorly to go to nursery, and then two weeks ago was the day both kids were sent home from nursery with nits. Yesterday I ended up working for 7 hours, which does not make much of a day off. I didn’t get anything done off my home “to do” list, even my number one priority (have a shower) went uncompleted.
Consequently my house is even more of a tip than usual. I’m not getting as many blog posts written as I would like, and I’m feeling generally run down.
I know I’m not alone in feeling like this, it seems that balancing even a part-time career and running a house and caring for kids is hugely stressful. I’m constantly on the lookout for hints and tips as to how to manage the situation better. But when all else fails I just resort to saying “there is only one of me”. All I can do is prioritise, and try to use my time as best I can.