Hello. Remember me? It’s been a little while since I’ve written but I thought I’d update you on what’s been happening chez Sutton. The main time sucker, has been my new job. Yup, at 47, and after 4 years of working for myself, I’ve gone back to office work and boy, has it been a baptism of fire.
I’ve been at my new job for a week and as I write this, I’m full of cold, exhausted, and wondering if I’ve done the right thing taking on more work. But it would be unprofessional of me to talk about the job I think, so I’ll just say that it’s early days and I need to see if they’re a good fit for me, and vice versa. So that’s probably all I should say about that really.
Having a new office-based 9-5 means that I now have to fit everything that still needs to be done around it, and that includes my freelance client and blogging work. So I’m up mega early to work … before I actually leave to go to work. I only get 30 minutes for lunch, so that’s spent working too, and then when I get home, the first thing I do is, you’ve guessed it, do more work. In and around that, I have to somehow fit in grocery shopping, housework, cooking an evening dinner and the gym. Oh and spend some time with Dexter.
First day at work outfit:
The gym. Ah yes. I only managed to go once last week and I literally had to force myself to go. When I’m feeling better, the plan is to take my gym bag to work and go to the gym on my way home so I’ll get to the gym for 6pm, work out for an hour, and get home for 7-ish. But then that means Dexter has to cook his own dinner, and I have to work late into the night.
Proof I at least made it to the gym car park:
I’ll be honest, I have always been a glass is half full kinda person, and I’ve always felt I can do anything I put my mind to. My benchmark was doing a degree in my late 30s, whilst raising a family single handedly whilst working in the holidays, so my thinking has always been that if I could do that, I can do anything. But I am beginning to wonder how I’m going to manage it all. I haven’t been ill (cold-wise) for a year or so, I’m just *touch wood* not a very sickly person, so the fact I’m ill already, after only a week of this new routine, has me worried.
Briefly onto dating. I haven’t dated in weeks – a long time in the online dating world – the penultimate one being that fella that drove from Brighton to meet me (did I ever tell you about the weird woman that came up to me not once, but twice during our date in the pub, to stroke my hair and tell me about the new religion she’d created)? Yeah, not surprised I didn’t hear from him again tbh. And then the guy that I had a Chinese meal with, who then got a ticket on his car, and we kissed in his car, and made plans to see each other again the following week, only for him to completely ghost me. So that was my last dabble, so to speak. I’m speaking to one guy at the moment who seems relatively normal, but then they all do at this stage! And also, he’s training for the London Marathon, so I hope to God he doesn’t expect me to share his love of running – my left hip is still in agony after a 6-minute jog I did on the treadmill in January.
I think a lot of women my age feel like they have to do it all. I’ve always felt like that, even when I’ve had a partner, and for me, being a single parent, I do have to do it all otherwise it won’t get done. But what I have learnt over the years is that nothing is worth getting ill over. No job, and especially no man, so I’m going to see how I fare over the next few weeks. I’m hoping that my body is just adjusting to the increased workload and that I’ll cope, because I’m a great coper you know … just pile everything on top of me and I’ll find a way to get it done, but at what cost?
Health is everything. As you know I lost Mum aged 60 and I’m nearly 50 so really, I have to listen to my body. And my body is telling me to make brownies, so that’s what I’m going to do!
I’d love to hear from you if you also work several jobs – I think I need to hear of shortcuts that are going to make my life easier. I’ve thought about getting a cleaner again, and I’ve forked out for some nice M&S ready meals for Dexter so that whilst we both adjust, at least the poor kid won’t starve. So any tips you can give me would be most useful, thanks.