Chickens in a box

Impossible. Even working two days a month now, takes its toll; squeezing in an hour here and an hour there. Since having the children I have found it hard to find a balance between their needs and mine. I went back to work full-time after we had William and was miserable, I missed him so much, leaving him at nursery for 4 1/2 days a week. Then when the weekend finally came round all I did was rush around trying to catch up with the shopping/housework etc. Rush, rush, rush and no time to enjoy being a mother. I ended up having to make a decision - career or children. It wasn't hard and I have never regretted it. Sometimes, like today, when I feel like I'm running to stand still, trying to get through a mountain of ironing and other exceptionally dull jobs while the children whinge and fight with each other, I wonder what on earth I'm doing. But they bring me so much happiness, watching them when they're together (like today, William feeding James bites of his ap...

Good question. Actually quite alot - I've got my first freelance job for starters, working on PR for a company in Newbury. And although I'm thrilled, it's actually very daunting and I realise how much confidence I've lost by being out of work for nearly 2 years. Added to that of course I'm now not only under my own steam, but doing something I haven't worked on for nearly 9 years. So. No pressure then. But it's all good and my rusty little brain is beginning to get into gear a little bit. Rather than vegging in front of dross on TV of an evening I find myself researching forward features! Now I want coverage and that's the tricky part. At the end of the day it's down to column inches and it would be such a ego boost for both myself and my new client to have some coverage. Agonising over actually having to communicate with a journalist all weekend I was ready to go this morning, psyched up and all set. Could I get online? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...