The past 5 years have been busy, 2 children, a new house, redundancy, a new job – I feel like I haven’t stopped. Apart from the odd few hours here and there I haven’t really had much time to myself. I feel like I’m constantly chasing my tail.
I work 2 days a week and the rest of the week had always been spent with my girls, which I love. This was always mine and my husband’s plan, we both wanted me to stay home during the early years and bring up our children. It honestly has been the best but the hardest years of my life.
However, during the summer I had to admit I was desperate for a break, I was tired and needed some me time. I wanted some time to potter round the house and get things done. I wanted to go for a cuppa with a friend and be able to listen to what they had to say. I simply wanted to do as I please.
So I decided to put Harri into nursery for a morning session on a Wednesday. She already attends nursery one day whilst I am at work so it wasn’t completely new to her.
It wasn’t an easy decision, it feels at times a waste of money to pay for child care when I can actually look after her myself. I also felt guilty for admitting that I needed a little time away from my girls. But the truth be told, I did need some time alone and I’m really enjoying it. It is nice to get things done. To have complete quiet in the house. To prepare something nice for tea. It is actually amazing what you can get done in a small amount of time.
Yet a few hours is all I need, by lunch time I am craving for my little girl, I am met with big smiles and cuddles from her in nursery and that’s when our day together begins x