I love my children. They make me
laugh, they make me proud, and more often than not - they drive me insane (in a
good sense, no need to reach for the phone and call social services! )! I
equally love my job, I love meeting new women, talking to them about their
lives, thinking about ways in which we can promote and support each other.
The two are often incompatible.
No matter how many times I tried, taking a two year old into a meeting about
the next issue of the Bristol Woman magazine does not make for a productive
time. At least not for me. Nor does
taking a 5 year old to an interview with a potential volunteer. No matter how
many gadgets you give them (the child, not the volunteer!), iPads, loom bands,
pencils - the inevitable "mummy I'm bored" is bound to sound into
your ears 15 minutes into the meeting. I
often have to take out the big guns - glitter and glitter glue, but then we all
risk coming out of the meeting looking very sparkly.
