A momentous occasion, my lovely readers. As, after more than a decade, I just wrote my curriculum vitae.  So, what does that tell you?  Well, let’s start at the beginning.  Oh hang on, I couldn’t actually remember the beginning of my career, it’s so long ago.  Besides, twenty years ago I was transcribing from a Dictaphone and I don’t really need anyone to know THAT.

Mini is away this week and with only Small at home, I’m spying on the future.  A couple of years away from latch-key-kids, I reckon I’m entirely entitled to a future career... Perhaps even one which is office-based.  All those years ago, I gave it all up for nappies and dribble so god knows I’ve been patient enough for this.

But I’m finding it hard to assess my options with a number of ideas (some of which are clearly ludicrous) and long-term dreams floating around my head.  It’s a struggle to lay down newly-acquired skills onto one piece of sectioned A4 paper.  So today I’m wondering how many other mums are in the same boat? Secondary school children I presume implies less hands on parenting is required, but just how redundant should we feel?  In reality, how appealing are ‘returners’ to the corporate work force?  And should we take a job beneath our skill set just to wedge that foot back in the door?

As is the way with this parenting lark, an embarrassing number of unanswered questions, but at least the C.V. is now written should anyone ask for it…