Do you remember having an office job?? Or, an office?? Or indeed, a job!! One where people would knock & wait to be asked to come in, not burst through a door open or closed, whether you're on the phone or deep in thought, squealing "muuuum . . ." I haven't been in a meeting, board room or office chair since 2001 . . . & with a sewing machine on my desk ever since, i find different pockets & places to do the business-of-family administration. These days, when all is quiet, i use the kitchen counter.
I used to spend my afternoons checking transfers of millions of litres/ dollars worth of fuel & liaise with head office in Melbourne over the dozen departments i headed. Now i spend my afternoons sorting laundry & preparing dinner before the school run. I've never worked harder in my life, but i know what i enjoy more (i love housework, i find it relaxing). My husband misses the grid girls though.
I love looking back & remembering what i used to do. I remember all my part time jobs, Uni & high school so vividly. I love listening to my eldest talk about her days/ friends/ classes & now (as she's in year 8) about how cute the little year 7s are!! I have less than 10 years left in this school mother game, i honestly think life speeds up the older you get!! I've designed an office nook in our homestead plans, i don't want an official office, just a little space, maybe behind doors, perhaps sound proofed?? Love Posie