I asked Husband the other day when did I stop wearing suits and heals to work at my (fairly) high-powered job and start wearing cardigans and flatter shoes? He said it was the same time as I started baking!! I blame children, of course. They have taken away my figure, my time and my sleep.
I used to have two holidays a year, in May and October, and did crazy things like climbing Kilimanjaro, going on safari, windsurfing, camping in Iceland and Greenland and following the Tour de France (in a car, not on a bike). But would I like to go back to “the good old days” – no. Really, no.
I have a wonderful family, who, whilst I struggle with the lack of time and constant logistics, a smattering of tantrums and some squabbles, I could not do without them. Also I have made some great friends who’ve I met since having, and because of, the children.
“The good days” for me, were great fun, free and spontaneous, and whilst I can’t claim all those still exist, I have a much healthier focal point – the family. It’s no longer all about the job, and no more calls from The Chairman on a Sunday evening at home (thankfully a rarity then, but it did happen). Now I have a few days when I’m “on call” and the work mobile might need a bit of attention, and although I don’t look forward to these, they are balanced by the holidays, which are better than most. I love holiday time, mostly because it’s family time. We have a chance to be together, without the pressures of the clock. We try to make the most of where we live, camp sites, beaches and fun places to visit are all within the hour.
So, it seems the cardigans are the way forward…