so I know I haven’t posted in a while and I know I always say I promise to post more but honestly life is just so on the go at the moment i’ve been back at work for around a month and a half now so that has been a massive transition for all of us. I was supposed to be going back to my original place of work on days. Circumstances change, as did ours this meant I no longer had child care for me to work days nor did I want to work 12 hour shifts and miss my baby. Upon a month before my due date I went into where I worked at the time and told them I could no longer work days.. I’m a health care assistant and work in a 24hour home, which meant surely I could go on to nights.. apparently not after all the favours all the extra shifts and how hard I worked I no longer had any other option but to leave where I loved to call my work for 3 years.
well surely every cloud has a silver lining? on looking on job sites to find myself another care job but on nights it came across one at a local home, when I say local I legit mean 4 minutes from my house. BRILLIANT.
I’m not a massively confident person especially since having my son and when Joe isn’t around its heart breaking that I lost all my confidence but apparently that’s one thing that can happen when you have a child. Joe (my better half) told me to ring in, which I did and the manager of the home told me to email my ccv, I believe my CV is CRAP, but hey hoe she gave me her email which I could just about remember and in I sent it. I heard nothing, me and joe decided to go shopping and while we sat down to eat a krispie Kreme donut I received a call.. it was the manager inviting me for an interview the following Monday.. of which little did joe know as it was his birthday that day we was in London, so I had to try and think of an excuse as to why I couldn’t attend that day. but the following day I could. (I did explain to my now manager as to why I couldn’t attend the day before and why I gave her a phoney excuse which no one in there right mind would believe) I went for the interview and I got the job.. this was maybe 4 days after being told I couldn’t do nights at my previous work place so within a week of deciding I need a new job I had gotten one. so I wrote my notice to my previous manager, of which was blunt but to the point and took it in. I still had a month of maternity left which means I still had time to wait for my references and my DBS check to come back.
my references and my police check came back within a week and so I started my induction (your allowed to do 10 shifts whilst on maternity no law breaking here!)
and so that’s where I have been for almost the passed two months, I work 8pm till 8am, and I Love it because roughly Alfie should be asleep and not very focused within that time and when I’m getting back in a morning he has already been up for roughly an hour which means after another hour he’s ready for his nap. sometimes it really hurts me when joe and Alfie drop me off at work and Alfie cries when I’m getting out the car but as the post suggests no mum guilt! I’m doing this for me and my sanity I’m doing this for joe so he hasn’t got so much money pressure on him, I’m also doing it for my son, to not only make him proud and know that mommy did everything she can, to give him everything he wants! and also to make sure that we have a beautiful home to live in (but first to buy).
not a very long post and maybe not an interesting one but I’m doing this because me and my family are doing it and all you working moms I salute you, you stay at home moms your heros too! but this is our life.
hope everyones good, get in touch.