I felt quite sad that we weren’t going on holiday in October half-term, but what was it like in reality?
In reality, I didn’t miss being on holiday at all. I was actually too busy with work to even give it a thought. For many months, all through last autumn, last winter and into the spring I had very little work. Some months, I literally worked for two clients – the kids’ books I work on every month and a couple of articles for another client. It wasn’t good for me financially or in terms of my own self-esteem. It was good for the garden and the house though as I had to find other ways to keep busy.
But, I’m pleased to say that over the last few weeks my work has really picked up. This is a good thing financially and for my self-esteem. But you can see from the state of the weeds that it’s not good in all areas!
I will never complain about having too much work because I do need to earn money and I never know when it might all suddenly go away again. Which means that I can’t take half-term off. As a freelancer, you have to work when the work is there. Turning work down is a double whammy – not only do you not earn on that day, but it means your client might look for someone else to do the work instead and you won’t be first choice next time around.
My overwhelming feeling over the half-term was one of being frazzled. It’s not easy juggling work, the kids and keeping the house in reasonable condition (and by this I only mean that the washing is done and the dishwasher is emptied, not that the floors are mopped and the dusting is done).
Luckily, the kids are old enough to look after themselves and not to mind too much that I’m not giving them attention. But they still need a fair amount of lifts! And even the shortest lift is a half hour interruption to my working day.
I’m pleased that my daughter ended up with a lot of other stuff to do. I’d booked her onto a climbing course with Scouts, then two of her new friends from school invited her to their houses and she went out to Warwick Castle with my sister and her family. My boys are pretty independent and make arrangements to see their friends, so they were all happy enough.
I had one very small thing I wanted to do over half-term. I wanted to walk along the Honeybourne Line in Cheltenham to photograph the street art I’d seen while I was running the half marathon. I’d previously photographed some of it in a town centre car park and shared it on my Instagram.
Did I manage to achieve this modest aim? No.