Tomorrow marks the start of my last week of part time working. I’d be lying if I said the last two years have been blissful, but sat here on the penultimate Sunday I can’t help but sit and reminisce.
I took ten weeks maternity off when I first had Liv in April 2015. As an unexpectedly pregnant NQT in a brand new job I was entitled to next to nothing as maternity pay and I knew I couldn’t be out of my brand new job for long. In a way, going back in July was welcome, I had struggled to adjust to life as a new mum and I knew that by being part time I would still be spending the majority of my week with my baby.
The last two years have passed in a blur of nappies and dummies and bittersweet milestones. I have a two year old that still doesn’t sleep through and a stressful job as a secondary school English teacher.
Luckily, thanks to amazing parents we have had to spend nothing on childcare until this term. She spends Mondays and Thursdays with my dad and Tuesdays with my mum, and this term started at nursery, which she loves.
I am under no illusion that reverting back to full time will be easy but we need the money. We have a half finished house and I have a baby that is starting to ask for a brother (so she can be like Peppa and George) or sister.
Here is to the start of a new chapter, and here is to me capturing it in words and pictures and memories so that when I sit back in years to come and hopefully laugh and say that all in all, I did the right thing.