I’m off Facebook (and whatsapp). People who know me will know this is probably a bit hard for me to do as I rely on it heavily. It’s my primary messaging app, my school/PTA system, my newsreader, how I update family on our lives, crucial to elements of my work and my personal photo library/log for the kids…and on and on.
Over the past few years I’ve used it more than twitter and have all valued the feedback and interaction there much higher than on other channels.
But you can have too much of a good thing, right?
Maybe it’s my current state of mind or maybe it’s the recent election but I found myself veering between annoyance and self censorship on the platform. I wasn’t happy with either so for now, I’m off it.
Back here though where I hope to use the blog as a way to process some of the current things I am facing and struggling with as a working parent in a busy agency role.
When you’re a working parent, there are always hard choices.
In the evening when I collect my 4 year old from after school club and it is gone 6pm before we sit down for dinner and do reading, I know she’s too tired to concentrate and to learn.
When I drop them at breakfast club without their hair brushed and don’t walk all the way down the path because I am already late for an early conference call.
When I am listening to them talk about their day whilst simultaneously cooking dinner and checking my work email.
Hard choices are always there. Being a human is full of hard choices. Today I had to choose between a dinosaur dig or senior management meeting.
As we approached the school, sprog 2.0 in her civvies all ready for day on the school field digging for dinosaur bones, we realised she was the only one without a bucket and spade. I’d skipped past a couple of kids in their uniform who’s mums had forgotten, thanking God that wasn’t me and feeling fairly smuggety smug and accomplished only to realise, she’d be the kid who had to wait her turn and share a spade. Instead of throwing herself into the activity 100%, she’d be the only one without her own bucket. She’s like I was, this kid. These things matter. They’re the shit you remember. The shit you remind your mum of when you’re older.
So I drove round the petrol stations and bought a bucket and spade having left child, eyes brimming, at school for the day and dropped it into school for her. This meant I was late. Late for an important meeting.
I’d usually choose the meeting but today I couldn’t.
Hard choices. But I think I chose right this time.
…well that mat leave flew by and I am shocked to realise I’ve been back at work for 6 weeks already.
My digital todo list remained untouched whilst on mat leave whilst I focused on staring at my squish’s lovely face and intermittent Homes Under the Hammer watching. Standard. Explains why the blog is sorely neglected and Twitter got barely more than a fleeting glance….
Still doing creative @ Ruder FInn UK.
Still loving it. Still doing a beautifully bonkers collocate between London and Cornwall. Still loving waking up by the sea most of the time. Still loving my London trips and nights off being Mummy.
When I am down in the South West, I am squatting in the Boex design studio. They’re a talented bunch and you should really give them a shout if you’re after any 3D design or interior work.
Now I wonder how long my workspace will stay this tidy…..
Adele didn’t lose 4 stone in 1 month with just 1 easy trick. I’m pretty sure of that.
I’m also *fairly* certain that the perfect gift for people who have everything, isn’t an oversized gerbil print t-shirt.
I don’t want a FREE photo calendar, new smartpen or FAB UK app. And I am pretty damn sure all my friends don’t love Appliances Direct and Persil as often as you tell me they do.
Now Facebook, I have always been one of the unpopular. Ignoring the hipsters who left FB yonks ago and sticking with you, despite the crap UX, rubbish privacy changes and poor returns for many marketers but really….you are pushing me to my limits. Seriously.