Well, I’ve finally started my new teaching job, and I’m absolutely cream crackered! I’ve got thirty four, seven year olds chatting away to me everyday and it’s lovely. They’re lovely. It’s a good age to teach because they aren’t so young they need their coats zipping up, and they haven’t yet got a “know it all” attitude like some ten year olds do.
Being this tired after work does make me wonder how I would cope having a family of my own. I can bearly be bothered to make my own tea, never mind a demanding child’s. The house already looks like a bomb’s hit it and it’s only Wednesday! It’s not like G isn’t helping either because he is.
How do parents cope with full time jobs and children to look after? I suppose you just get used to it, but I can understand why some families break down under the pressure. My best friend, who has two children, (aged 10 and 5) two horses, a part time job, a dog and an illness (behcets disease), which takes it out of her due to regular hospital check ups and excruciating headaches, says she just likes being busy. My life is an absolute breeze compared to hers. It’s strange how we were we brought up in the same town and went to the same school since the age of 5, but our lives are completely different. We actually don’t have that much in common any more apart from our history, but we still get on really well and are in touch frequently.
It’s evenings like tonight, that I’m quite happy I don’t have any children. What would happen if I chose to adopt, but regretted it later and craved for the life I have now? Does that ever happen, or is having a child so over whelmingly wonderful parents never look back?