Ever since returning from maternity leave to my position within the Public Service the year before last, I felt misplaced. When I left to have my baby I was a different woman to the one that returned 12 months later. I liked the place I worked at and the people I worked with. My boss was lovely and I got to sit next to two of my dearest friends each day but the pull of my home was just too much for me to ignore. I desperately needed some time off. Wal and I spoke a lot about how things would work, how we would afford it and whether or not Ed would/could still go to creche some days. About half way through last year it was clear that my little shop, Indie Stitches, had turned from a hobby to a small business and also needed some more of my time, so we decided I’d take 12 months off my big girl job. Ed still spends some time at creche (because he loves it and we think its a great for him) and I spend my time working our home, working on Indie Stitches and making. I have always loved making things but I realise now, after 3 months of actually having time to make things that its not just something I like, its who I am.
On Monday the day started as is does most days- with toast and watching How to Train Your Dragon in bed while Wal gets ready for work. I went and got Ed’s clothes ready for the day and put them at the end of the bed ready for when he had finished breakfast. I climbed back into bed beside him and as I lay there, it occurred to me that we didn't actually have to get out if we didn't want to. I am so used to getting up and going to a job working for someone else that I think my mind is still set to that routine. We spent the morning eating grapes and watching movies in bed instead. We made cheesymite scrolls for lunch and in the afternoon I watched Ed play in the sandpit while I sat on the grass with my cuppa and knitted until Wal got home. For dinner we had pizza and watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cartoons (the old ones from when Wal and I were kids). It was the best Monday EVER.
I made up for my “day off” on Tuesday. Lots of washing (at my folks place because our machine is putting holes in our clothes!). I worked on a sample for a line of vintage inspired skirts that I am hoping to head to our local handmade market with in the coming months. In the arvo I read a book and knit a little bit more of Ed’s winter hat. It was raining sooo I figured it was ok to knock off early and rain should always be celebrated with knitting, tea drinking and book reading I think.
I am a mother, a wife, a maker, a homemaker and a shop girl. I am exactly where I am supposed to be doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing. I hope this year goes slowly- so much so that I don't mind getting up at 4am because my days are longer and I can spend more time living them.
I hope you enjoyed the start to your week too.