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The first proper week of working January has been one of change. Changes in my radio work, changes in my toddler’s childcare and changes in my evening schedule. It’s necessary change that needed to happen.

At the end of last year life was pretty tricky. We suffered a family loss, my working hours had snowballed to around 75 a week (plus the 1.5 – 2 hour commute every day) and the house looked like it had been trashed by a million angry children intent on creating ten thousand loads of washing that hadn’t been touched.

Over Christmas I decided enough was enough. I can take life on five or six hours sleep – but not every single night. I can take working evenings when I have to be up at 4am for my radio job – but not every single night. I can take the mother guilt that comes with feeling too tired to properly focus on playing with my toddler – but not every single day. Sometimes I need a break.

In a quest to try and regain a tiny scrap of the balance I lost at the end of last year, I’ve made a few changes. These little changes will likely pave the way towards some bigger ones as the year goes on, but for now we are all happy and healthy and actually having fun.

Slightly shorter working hours have meant I’ve managed to get some of my evening work done in the day, meaning I’ve had some time off at night to pursue the rock and roll antics of watching TV while knitting AT THE SAME TIME. I know, I live life on the edge. The lack of balance I wrote about just over a week ago is starting to tilt more in my favour.

Frog has started a new nursery. She now goes to nursery a couple of mornings a week and to her beloved childminder the remaining three mornings. She loves it. Although returning home tired and muddy from treks in the woods and time seeing the nursery animals (including three donkeys – that kid is LUCKY), she’s not cried once and actually had a huge tantrum on the first day I arrived to collect her. “I NOT GO HOME MUMMY! I SLEEP AT NURSERY!” So nice to feel loved.

Muddy toddler gear

Muddy toddler outdoor gear – standard after a morning at nursery.

A couple of evenings without being chained to my computer have given me a fresh perspective during the day and I’ve been far less tired. Last week Frog had a hospital appointment about her hypermobile joints and we had time to kill before the session.

We popped to a park nearby and I was reminded of this time last year when my toddler couldn’t even walk around the same park. This time she was running and jumping and climbing. I was awake and happy enough to relish the experience and not go all teary at the memory.

That’s progress.

Park funClimbing tot

I like this change. This change is good.