When I
found out I was pregnant I was always SO sure I was going to go back to my job
once my maternity leave had finished. I wasn’t going to be one of these people
that let having a baby change the way I went about my day to day life (not too
much anyway) plus who doesn’t need a pay cheque??
I know
that’s naive but I think that’s how a lot of Mum’s-to-be think. But boy did I
have a 180 turn when Rex arrived into this world, the thought of going back to
work made me nervous and sad, I didn’t want to be away from him 5 days a week
and not only that, working in events I would be out on week nights and some
weekends too. Time was ticking along and I knew the date for return was
looming.
I decided
the best thing was to meet with my boss and see what my options were/if there
were any at all, so we met for coffee. I was lucky as I had a great
relationship with my boss and he is a father himself who was due a second baby
just after me, so he understood the predicament I was in. He asked me what it
was that I felt I could manage with if I were to come back to work, offered me
4 days a week instead of 5 and said he would try and give me events that would
be booked in as early as possible. It wasn’t ideal (i’m not sure there is
an ideal in this situation), but the fact of the matter is, the flexibility was
offered and I felt totally looked out for. Ultimately he left the decision to
me and offered total support in what ever that decision may be.
I think
deep down by the time it got to that meeting my heart had made up my mind for
me, I didn’t feel ready to go back to work, I wanted to be with Rex as much as
possible. I was extremely lucky to be in a position where I could choose to not
go back to work and I am extremely aware of that and don’t take it for granted.
It was only a few months after
making the decision to leave work that I decided that actually I wanted to do
something, but something on my own terms, I love being at home with Rex but I
needed something for myself also. I started looking around at options of which
there was basically none. It was five days a week in an office or don’t bother.
So I decided that now would be the time to take that step and set up my own
food company. Its a strange feeling as I am SO excited to be able to set up my
own company but i was also shocked at the lack of options out there in the
working world. In the meantime as obviously setting up a new company and having
a one year old to look after isn’t enough work, I then came across a company
called Designated PA, it’s a
virtual PA company specialising in providing small businesses, entrepreneurs,
consultants and private individuals with a dedicated personal assistant, on a
remote working basis. I hadn’t seen anything like this before, it was basically
offering clients flexible, reliable and first class support without the
commitment of a permanent employee and from the PA side you could ask for as
many hours as you wanted to and heres the clinch point, you could do it all
from the comfort of your own home, thus still being able to spend as much time
as I wanted with Rex. So I contacted them and signed up to do a (rather mini)
20 hours a month – I didn’t realise how much I would enjoy it, I remembered how
much I loved being able to get stuck into work and making my own money and
though I won’t be challenging the bankers of this world with my 20 hours a
month, who cares. The company is made up of a small group of like minded
extremely professional women most of whom have children and wanted be with them
as well as be able to work – aside from the fact I love my clients it also
feels great to be part of this group of women breaking the mould.
The reason I started today's blog
was because of a blogger I’ve been following for a while (how stalker like does
that sound!!) MotherPukka, she noticed and wrote about the issue with inflexible
working.
Mothers
who want to or have to work are inevitably left stuck between work and being
with their children, I was lucky it seems to be offered some flexibility if I
returned to my old job but it sadly seems that I am quite a rare case and that
the majority are left feeling like they see their children only on the weekends
– picking your child up from nursery at 6pm usually means you see them for all
of 15 minutes before its time for bath and bed. Surely our priorities are all
in a mess if we are’t offered some kind of flexible working? Surely as long as
you get the job done it doesn’t matter where or what time you do it? I do the
hours that I do around being with Rex and sometimes that’s in the evening on
the sofa. Now don’t get me wrong I am fully aware that not all work can be done
from the comfort of your sofa, a Dr cannot start inviting patients over to his
house while they chat about vomiting bugs in front of Eastenders, but
someone who has a relatively 9-5 (who works till 5pm anymore? You’re death-stared
out of the office if you leave before 6pm) job and mainly based at their desk
and has some common sense can prioritise their work and do a day or two of
it at home?
God
I’ve really gone off on a tangent, but to bring it back to the beginning
basically I went to my first ‘rally’ (it was actually a flash mob dance but
rally makes me sound v radical) for Mother Pukkas ‘Flex Appeal’ campaign that
she has been tirelessly working on. Around 400 of us rocked up to
Trafalgar square dressed as lunatics with children literally everywhere running
amok and we danced like mad people while the BBC filmed us – Mother Pukka was
there leading the charge at 30 weeks pregnant and hugging everyone that
arrived, maybe even people that weren’t there for the rally but who cares!
For
more information on the campaign go to her site http://motherpukka.co.uk and read her blogs, check
out her instagram if you haven’t already – she is fighting the fight that we
should all be getting behind, employer and employee. If not for us, then for
our children – no one should have to choose between being able to survive
financially and seeing their own children – let’s help fix the system.
Written by Sophie @sopsicle
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