I would not refer to myself as a stay-at-home-mum, nor would I refer to myself as a working mum. I am definitely some where in between although I'm not sure exactly where. One day in the future I'd really like to work as a full-time editor in the publishing sector, but at the moment that isn't possible, mainly because we live in the wrong part of the country and such opportunities simply do not exist around here.
So, at the moment, while IJ is at school, I'm attempting to establish a career as a freelance and slowly but surely I'm making progress. The work comes in fits and starts but I'm definitely receiving more now than I ever had in the past, so I must be doing something right.
But here comes my rant. Be warned.
Usually I have no complaints. Life feels pretty balanced at the moment, everything is on an even keel and progressing as it should be. It's hard work of course especially as a single parent. This evening when IJ finally falls asleep I'll have to carry on working into the night to complete a 9am deadline but I don't have a problem with that as it doesn't happen that often.
Life is busy, most people's lives are busy, we are all aware of that. Except one of my 'friends' doesn't seem to understand what it means to be a parent (although he is one himself- his children are all grown-up now). He seems to be under the impression that because I work from home and I'm a mum I must do very little with my day. And at the weekend, in front of a group of friends he said:
"How are you enjoying being a lady of leisure?"
Lady of leisure?!!
Well, there is certainly no leisure time, and I've never really considered myself to be a lady!!
If looks could kill...
