I went back to work at the end of August, when E was 8 months old. I would have taken longer off but my work needed me back. In any case, I only work two days a week, which is great because for those two days my focus is not baby related (good for the old brain and social skills, and means I get the luxury of hot cups of tea, periods of uninterrupted thinking time, and the luxury of concentrating on one task only) and E goes to nursery, which is proving to be brilliant for her social skills. She loves being around other babies, she loves the carers, and her development has come on leaps and bounds since being at nursery. I went for two days as essentially we are marginally financially better off with me working two days a week rather than full-time, thanks to the current Government's rather complicated tax policies, and the extremely astronomical costs of childcare (we don't have family nearby to help out with childcare). I can't even bring myself to tell you what percentage of my wage goes on childcare for two days a week, but I will say that our monthly childcare bill is way way more than our monthly mortgage. I had no idea how expensive childcare is - how does anyone afford more than one child is all I can ask?
Anyway, I digress, a lot of days I'm out and about at meetings around Edinburgh, which is fantastic as I'm not a person who likes to sit in an office all day. I took these photos on one workday to show a typical day at work for me:
The views coming back from my meeting
Not pictured: my 'beautiful' office, paperwork paperwork paperwork, emails emails emails, lots of cups of tea.
I also get the luxury of working from home one day a week which is pretty amazing - I won't photograph that though as essentially it's me in front of my laptop all day working.
The one downside of work is that every day, at 2pm, I get this overwhelming longing to see my daughter and to give her the biggest cuddle. I could set my watch by this longing. On days when I work from home it always seems like the longest time that my mister and E walk through the door of an evening. On days when I work in the office it feels like it takes me hours to count down from 2pm until it's time to leave, and then crossing Edinburgh to get to E's nursery feels like it takes 5 hours. It's always worth it for the mammoth hug I get from her, but gosh, those hours from 2pm feel like weeks, months, years even.
I'm so grateful to be able to work two days a week. My contract is, as always, up at the end of March so I'm crossing every finger and toe in the hope it will be extended. Cross your fingers for me too, please!