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		<title>Is the grass always greener on the other side?</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>My name is Anna and I have work envy. Recently a friend of mine has returned to work after maternity leave and I am positively jealous. Not only did she get a new hair do and wardrobe but she looked&#8230;I don&#8217;t know, more vibrant and less &#8216;mumsy&#8217;. When I became pregnant with Aoife I worked in customer services, it was just a job. My wage would have literally just covered the cost of childcare so we made the decision that rather than I work to pay for childcare with nothing left over, I would stay at home with baby and nothing left over. So I became a SAHM (or as I often mistype a SHAM, I&#8217;ve been called worse). I loathe the term &#8216;full time mummy&#8217;, it&#8217;s patronising to working mums, I would never call Rory a &#8216;part time daddy&#8217; because he goes out to work. Anyway, I&#8217;ve digressed. As much as I love being a SAHM, I do feel like I have to justify my existence to people much more. If someone asks what I do, I mutter something like &#8220;Oh nothing, I&#8217;m just a mum&#8221;. It&#8217;s like I won&#8217;t offer an opinion as no one will listen because I&#8217;m &#8216;Just a Mum&#8217;, I don&#8217;t really need to go to the hairdressers because I&#8217;m &#8216;Just a Mum&#8217;. I don&#8217;t really need new &#8216;nice&#8217; shoes as I&#8217;ll only wear them on the school run because I&#8217;m &#8216;Just a Mum&#8217;. Now don&#8217;t get me wrong, I love being &#8216;Just a Mum&#8217; and I know that being &#8216;Just a Mum&#8217; means being a cook, a cleaner, a nurse, a teacher, a destroyer of nightmares and a nurturer of dreams. It means being a talker, a listener, a hugger, a playmate and at times an assassin of fun. It means being good cop and bad cop. It means having a whole host of jobs, all  most of which I love, but sometimes I think it must be lovely to go out to work. I could have an opinion that meant something to someone else. I could have a hot cup of coffee. I could impress someone over the age of 6. I could have a conversation with another adult about something non-poop related. I could have someone to say &#8220;What do you think Anna?&#8221; and have a response that would change the world (or make sense). I could have a work wardrobe of smart clothes (clothes without snot and food on). I could have a handbag without wet wipes, a spare nappy, snacks, pine cones, stones and a car in it. I could drop the kids off at 7.30, go to  work, hope traffic isn&#8217;t bad, rush home, pick up the kids, put them to bed before doing some housework and going to bed. I could bring home stuff that I didn&#8217;t have time to do at the office and maybe do it at the weekend. I could sit listening to Geoff in accounts yap on instead of listening to Seth acting out Toy Story 2. I could spend the day clock watching, waiting for 5pm. I could write Post it note reminders instead of colouring in Paw Patrol pictures. I could maybe miss the school Nativity because Joan booked that afternoon off before I did&#8230; Hmmm with hindsight maybe I don&#8217;t have work envy at all. I quite like things as they are. Obviously this is just a speculation of how MY life as a working mum would be for me, Joan ALWAYS gets in her holidays first!?! All the working mums I know are super fantastic at it and I do envy/admire how great they are at leading two lives and making them both work! High Five working mums ^5. This post was originally published over at meetothermums.com &#160; &#160;</p>
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