
Spending the days with your children is all well and good, but do you ever feel that you are ‘invisible’ from society?
At least when you have a job you’re out there in the workplace, with other people to talk to and not just the four walls a’la Shirley Valentine.
“Hello, walls, how are you today?!” Yes, that will be me soon if I’m not careful.
If your children are still small, it’s a full time job in itself and you’re always kept busy wiping bums, feeding, taking out for trips.
Albeit an unpaid one.
What happens when the smallest gets to school age though, and you’re at home all day? You think “hurrah, I’ve got time to myself! The luxury! I can do whatever I like!”
That quickly wears off though. Then you’re left thinking “OK, I’m bored now. I need to keep myself occupied.”
So, in my case, while trying to find a job that fits in with school and shift work patterns of the other half (which are virtually non existent) I start to build blogs and write articles.
Just because I’m so called ‘sat at home’, doesn’t mean I’m not doing anything.
I’m still here all day though. There’s no water cooler to gather round, or tea break chats to be had.
When you go for a night out and everyone’s talking about how they chaired a meeting at work, gave interviews or are flying off somewhere, it’s a case of smile and nod.
I’m here for picking up small people from school if they need collecting early, I sort out uniforms and packed lunches, take them to Cubs/swimming lessons, wash clothes, iron, tidy away things left out all over the floor, wash up, and even act as mediator when there’s arguments. ![]()
While at home and wanting a job, I’ve self taught myself to build two blogs, regularly produce content, add code to them, and promote the finished blog posts via social media and networking.
So don’t assume I sit here all day and do nowt…..
Though if I wanted to that would be entirely up to ME.














oooh I totally get that. No one outside my blogging circle understands how much I do, they don’t understand why my house is a mess or why I’m always tired and always running late. How I don’t even have time to drink a cup of tea, how every spare second not looking after the kids is spent on my blogs or on my OU course…
I wouldn’t change it of course, although a cleaner would be nice