Mother’s Union

I went to a meeting the other day in a building owned by the Mother’s Union. It got me thinking about my own Mother’s Union or rather the working Mother’s Union, all those women who help me and every other working mother to get to work and remain sane (almost). The mum who lets you…

Maintaining zero

I’m just travelling back from a two-day work thing in Brighton (yes of course it was pissing with rain) and reflecting on what it took, as a working mum, to be there for nearly the whole thing. Obviously I had to ‘slip out’ twenty minutes before the end, muttering apologies, to get the train home…

Why I go to work

We all know the official reasons we women go back to work after we have babies. It’s to keep our career on track and not let the men steal a march on us. It’s to pay the bills and keep a roof over our head. We work because we are good and we are clever…

“I’m sorry I’m pregnant”

Four words no working woman should have to say…

A good mate of mine left a message the other day saying she needed some advice.

When I called her back it turned out she actually had some great news. She’d got a new job. Brilliant. Congratulations. Very exciting. AND she was pregnant. Lovely…

But, no sooner had that little line on the pregnancy test turned blue, and the ink dried on the work contract, than the two started to, shall we say, irritate each other a little.

The golden handcuffs of part time working

Ever looked at your boss, sitting in their boss chair at their boss desk and thought ‘I can do that freakin’ job!’ The only thing is that they seem pretty comfortable in that boss chair with no intention of leaving it, getting pregnant or dying any time soon. If they aren’t going anywhere that means…

Pooh and friends

The day started with a passing dog taking a massive shit right in the middle of our front gate. Shortly after, the nice lady who looks after the kids in the morning came around, still half asleep, and walked straight through it and into our hall. I was in the hall with the shit and…

International Women’s Day chez moi

I do yoga. I have a loooong uninterrupted shower. My partner irons my top for work, smiling.  I talk about my work. There is a ‘childcare crisis’. I do not go into panic mode, speed dialling every ex nanny/ babysitter/ Granny/ school friend’s mum/ neighbour/ WOMAN I have ever known. Instead I walk to the…

Two jobs one woman

9.35   I rush into a meeting a few minutes late. Daniel, my colleague, raises his eyebrows the smallest fraction so only I can see and says “Right shall we start?” And I try not to say “Start? I’ve already done a day’s work.” Rewind to seven hours ago… 2.45 A person under four feet tall…

She’s leaving me!

  Have you ever called a friend when upset about something, only to hear their kindly, familiar voice at the other end of the phone and like TOTALLY LOSE IT? This happened to me yesterday. I was at work lining up to get my embarrassing coffee order (skinny latte, single shot, extra hot blah blah…

Educate a man, you educate a nation

“Educate a man, you educate a nation”. I know that’s not exactly the sentence James Emmanuel Kwegyir-Aggrey (yes I had to look that up) uttered, but I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded a little interpretation. Here’s why. You might remember that a few weeks ago I interviewed for a new job with a CEO who…

You can’t always get what you want

But if you try sometime, you might just find, you get what you need.  The Stones were onto something here. And we all know that if you don’t ask you don’t get. Think the kids have grasped this one too! (repeatedly, loudly, simperingly…)  But it’s always a bit harder when it comes to work isn’t…