A girl can dream...

This is almost certainly the last Saturday I will have off for many months, so I made the most of it by not trying to make the most of it. I got up late, I lounged around the house, I spent lots of time with Philippa and my sons, and I ate a lot of food, most of which I prepared myself.
I guess this is what life can be like for people who don't have to work weekends. I can't complain too much - my schedule during the dark days of supermarket employment was far harsher and less free - but every so often I get a glimpse of a different life and it looks very tempting. The thought of only working when my sons are at school and then getting to spend every available moment with them is a pleasing one. I am already very aware of the fact that one day I will lose them from my everydays and only get to see them on occasions. You may laugh at my negative projection, but look at it this way - it only feels like a month ago that Mathew was crying in my arms as a newborn, and now he is suddenly five. I have lost so much of him already to school, and we are one quarter of the way to the age where he may well be away at university! I do not take that stuff lightly and it fuels me to make the most of the time I know I will have them; especially at these ages, which are so wonderful.
But what would I do if I wanted things to be different? What job is there that would see me out of the house at the same times as them, and having free time that coincides with theirs? The only choice would be working in a school, and I briefly flirted with the idea of training to be a teacher years ago before rejecting it out of hand, and I wouldn't want to be an assistant or a librarian or a cleaner or something.
So I need to keep on keeping on where I am, and make the most of their presence when I have it; and I've done that today, so I'm happy.

RC 9-3-24