It’s five months since I handed in my notice at work and a couple of months since I received my P45 – nothing says unemployed more that a P45!
The good bits
- I don’t have to commute
- I can wear what I like
- I can work on my blog, with the excuse that I’m ‘keeping my hand in’, for when I manage to land the perfect job
- I can say I’m bored, tired, stressed out and people empathise – a privilege not given to many people in paying jobs!
- I’m my own boss
- I have time to renew old friendships and make new ones
- I don’t have a commute which means no time to catch up on google reader or relax
- I haven’t drunk a hot cup of peppermint tea in about, ooh, 17 months
- My clothes are constantly covered in food or snot
- I haven’t had a decent conversation about anything other than Edward, his sleeping patterns or teeth in months
- I have no monthly income – child benefit doesn’t count
I was sent a copy of the book ‘I don’t know how she does it’ to read (it’s been re-released to tie in with the film of the same name) which was a great opportunity to see how the other half live – those mums who juggle work and their children.












