Lately I have been doing a lot of thinking about what would make me happy. Not that I am unhappy, I guess I have just realised that I am not completely happy.
I gave up work when I had Bean. No biggie, I didn’t love my job, not enough to leave her in a nursery for anyway. And it would have made no sense financially, it’s nursery fees I would have been working for about £200 a month. Not for me.
I was lucky enough to find freelance work, well paid and with the freedom to stop and start when I want. I don’t enjoy it but then you can’t have everything.
I like being a stay at home mum. It was definitely the right choice for me, but I do struggle with having me time and I certainly struggle with housework etc. I gave up work to look after the kids not to clean the house. All well and good but i can’t bear a messy house…
I love my little handmade online business, and if I could make that successful, when the girls are both in school that would be great. I think I just need to be something more than a wife and mum. I still think s lot about writing fiction, i just never seem to have the time to dedicate to it. Maybe that could be my something more. Something more…sounds greedy doesn’t it. But who says wecan’tlive the dream?