Okay, so it might not be cocktails on the beach, but compared to being at home all day with a toddler, that’s exactly what it feels like. My job isn’t remarkable or glamorous, I work in an office, doing officey-type things, but each morning as I sit nursing a mug of HOT Earl Grey and checking my emails, I think “I can’t believe I am getting paid to be here!”
And the joys don’t stop at freshly brewed tea.
I get to wear nice clothes. And makeup! I know, as a stay at home mum, technically I could have set aside the time each day to pretty myself up, but when the majority of the day’s tasks include cooking fish fingers, cleaning wee off the floor and being ridden around like a pony with a tiny jockey yelling “faster mummy, faster!” a nice pinstripe skirt and a white blouse does seem a little bit formal.
Our team share their first thoughts after meeting their newborns. (Post continues after video.)
I’ve actually found myself doing a double take a couple of times, seeing my refection in the bathroom mirror before work – smooth hair, clean shirt, some lipstick -“Ah there you are, old friend!”
And I look capable. I look like I know what I’m doing. At home all day, my uniform was usually unwashed jeans, hair in a bun and a grey hoody. I certainly didn’t look capable of much (except maybe robbing a Seven Eleven).
Now I look like a functioning adult, and it’s amazing how much just looking more together has improved my self esteem. Or maybe it’s that people at work actually listen to me when I speak instead of yelling “NOO!” in my face, before I can even finish a sentence.
The last significant work perk is toilet breaks. Whenever I want. Uninterrupted. Small children have supersonic hearing, tuned to the precise frequency of the “click” of a bathroom door closing. Within seconds they are either clambering to sit on your lap or screaming like they are being kidnapped.