New Starts

New Starts

They say that life begins at 40, and I guess in a way this does ring true for me.

I turned 40 two-weeks ago.

The week before this momentous ocassion, I left my job of six & a half years to enable me to spend more time with my son, as he embarks on his first ever school journey.

So a new kind of life is certainly beginning for me.

I have always worked.

I got my first Saturday job in a shoe shop on Oxford Street when I was just 15-years old.

After I was ‘let go’ from there for not selling enough shoes to meet my target (oh, and for chatting too much on the shop floor), I got another part-time job in a shop across the street.

Actually, I cried my eyes out about for about a week after, but wiped my tears away on my old work uniform and picked myself up… something had to keep me in iridescent pink lipstick and firm hold hairspray after all.

When I finished school, I got a full-time job in an office.

I have worked in many different roles since then and for much of my adult life, I have always been employed.

So to decide this was something that was no longer for me, was a huge step in my mind.

It is all I have ever known.

Now, my new day job is being at home and after a few weeks of catching up with old friends, lunching in Paris, a big party and a little holiday, it is finally time to settle down and get on with it.

The laundry mainly.

For the most part, life has been a little easier.

Without a commute to the other side of London to contend with, we have an extra hour in the morning to get ready for school.

With no reason to make-up a face or straighten hair, we have even more time for cuddles in bed and maybe a story or two after breakfast.

Without a bedtime routine to start in motion upon walking through the front door, we have enjoyed after school trips to the park, playing games at the kitchen table, crawling around on the floor with cars and just generally hanging out together and having fun.

Then, because we have not had to cram EVERYTHING into the weekend, those 2 days feel much more relaxed.   Like a weekend should.

I have been planning menus, shopping for ingredients and cooking meals from scratch, which we have all been able to sit down together and eat as a family.

This side of things has been just wonderful.

My boys are happy, and I am too.

But in other ways, this new job is much more demanding of me than my old one.

For example, before if I asked my old boss if she would like a drink, she did not shout “APPLE JUICE NOT ORANGE JUICE AND IN A CUP WITH A STRAW AND 5 ICE CUBES’ back at me.

If I took 3-seconds longer to return with the drink than expected, she would still smile and say thank you.  She did not raise her voice, give me ‘the look’ and scold me for taking too long.

When I told her it was time to leave for a meeting, she did not throw herself on the floor kicking and screaming that she did not want to go.

She did not take one look at the lunch I popped in front of her every day and sulk ‘I’M NOT EVEN GOING TO TRY IT. I ONLY LIKE KETCHUP AND CHOCOLATE’

My desk was not a blank canvas for her artwork.

She did not hide my iPad under her pillow.

At the end of the day, we would say goodnight to each other nicely and I would not hear another peep from her again until the next morning.

I did not once feel the need to ask her if she had brushed her teeth.

She took time to ask how I was feeling and if I was having a nice day.

She understood perfectly well why it was not deemed appropriate to wear a Spiderman costume to school work, without me having to explain to her 47 times before just pinning her to the ground and wrestling her out of it.

I could talk on the phone without the constant whirring of the washing machine or dishwasher on in the background.

So, it is fair to say that we are all in a slight period of adjustment.

Zachy to being at school, me to being at home, and the Greek God(zilla) to being the only earner.

Financially, there is more pressure on us than ever.

Yet, one look at my son’s little face when I am there to collect him from school, as he scans the crowd until his eyes meet mine and then BEAMS from ear to ear, is all it takes for me to know it’s worth it.


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  1. Shannon
    September 11, 2013 / 4:33 PM

    I love this post! Made me laugh and tear up for sure 🙂 Congrats on your life!!

  2. September 11, 2013 / 4:52 PM

    Awww, sounds wonderful to me 🙂

  3. September 11, 2013 / 6:46 PM

    It sure is the most difficult job in the world – and the most rewarding at the same time. Tough choices, sometimes, make like so much easier.

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:40 PM

      so true x

  4. It sounds like you’re getting the balance just right – playing cars and stories after breakfast is far better (I think) than a commute across London. I cut my hours back so I could drop the children at school rather than at breakfast club and the difference was phenomenal – for all of us. Enjoy every second my dear x

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:39 PM

      It’s definitely having a happy effect on us all. So pleased to hear you have a good balance now too x

  5. September 11, 2013 / 8:04 PM

    Oh bless you. It must be a huge adjustment for all of you but I can just imagine his little face when you pick him up. There will always be work. He won’t always be a child. Those are the memories to treasure. Good on you x

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:38 PM

      What a lovely comment, and so right of course. Thank you x

  6. September 11, 2013 / 10:53 PM

    I bet she didn’t hang around the loo demanding conversation / attention / that you fix her toys while you were using it either. One of your best posts ever, I think my darling and welcome to our lovely (but exhausting) world! xx

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:38 PM

      thank you lovely lady… and no, she most certainly did not 🙂

  7. September 12, 2013 / 7:10 AM

    I am totally worth you on this – I stopped work to become a childminder so I could do the school run, and play afterwards and have fun time with my girls. 4 months in and it’s the best decision I ever made. Enjoy 🙂

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:37 PM

      Thank you, am happy to hear it is all going well for you too x

  8. September 12, 2013 / 10:43 AM

    It’s so good to see you enjoying the extra time you have now. As long as you share you share some of the lovely food you’ve been making, it’s all good :).

    No really, good on you, it can’t have been an easy decision to make, but it seems like it was the right choice in the end.

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:37 PM

      thank you so much, really feels like the right choice now x

  9. September 12, 2013 / 11:00 PM

    sounds like your settling in nicely x

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:35 PM

      oooooh I am 🙂

  10. September 15, 2013 / 8:12 AM

    Oh but how cool would it be if a boss turned up at the office in a Spiderman costume?! Seriously though, sounds like you’re all adjusting really well. Any life changes take a while to get used to. Must be nice to have time to breathe a bit more! x

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:35 PM

      I know, they should try it at least one if only to boost morale in the office 🙂 xx

  11. September 19, 2013 / 6:53 PM


    So glad you enjoyed turning 40! And great to hear that you are adjusting well to your new role as domestic director. Chocolate and ketchup? mmmm, yum. Little A likes neat ketch-up too !!?? X.

    • Grenglish
      September 25, 2013 / 7:33 PM

      what is it with kids and their weird food combinations?! Thank you lovely, now everything has calmed down a bit must go and have a catch up over on your blog and see what you have been up to all summer x

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