I try to keep my work self and mum self separate. My work self writes content plans, runs social media campaigns and talks a lot about customer journeys. My mum self plays trains, dances to songs from The Muppets and talks a lot about pee-pee.
Last week was a really tough week. One of those weeks when you think I just can’t do this anymore. The purpose of WoMo Network isn’t to say you can ‘have it all’ and it is all easy, it is to find a shared resource so that whether you are having a good week or a bad week, you have somewhere to find support.
As WoMos I think we will all agree, the one thing you need on a constant basis is energy. Sometimes there are those days when you feel like you are walking through mud. It’s exhausting. Then some days you whizz through every bit of the day with a spring in your step. If you're anything like me, it isn’t sleep dependent either. I can have days where I’m firing on all cylinders on a bad night’s sleep. Sleep helps of course, but for me, what really makes the difference is exercise.
Over breakfast this morning my middle one pipes up: Mummy, when are we going on holiday?’ I explain we are going in 2 weeks. We are off to North Norfolk for a week. She then continues: 'Are you working until we go?’
I explain that yes, Mummy will be at work every day until we go but then we will have a fabulous time all of us together, and Mummy won’t need to go to work from Norfolk.
It goes on: 'What do you actually do when you go to work Mummy?’ This is where the hard bit starts...
It has been one of those weeks. You know the ones. The ones when you find it hard to put one foot in front of the other.
I think it’s all very well that we push on as working mothers, finding strength in the deepest parts of our souls to be all we can be at work and all we can be as a Mummy. But what happens when you just can’t go on?
I have a group of girlfriends and we call ourselves the DMC. It stands for Delinquent Mothers Club.
It was named as such after we met at a 40th birthday of a school mum. We’d never met each other before but for reasons we only discovered later, we gravitated towards one another after a few glasses of champagne.
We realised we were the only full time working mothers in the room.