No regrets. I wanted to be the one to pick my kids up from nursery/school; the one to hear about their days, the one to take them to the park on the way home. I had no significant career ambitions that an office could fulfil, but my partner is very work-driven and on a fantastic progression onwards and upwards.
I take my kids' education super-seriously: I taught both to read pre-school and really, really enjoyed it, spending a lot of time thinking about ways to make learning fun. I talk to the teachers at parents' evening about what they're studying at school and the best way to support it at home, so we can read around subjects and bring them to life. I teach them musical instruments: piano for one, guitar for the other.
It hasn't all been work: we've had many happy days of making things, from biscuits to animated films. I enjoyed making them clothes and school-play costumes when they were little: I made up my own knitting patterns and still knit for them now.
I get some freelance work now and then. It doesn't pay bills, but it does provide a bonus treat, letting us go away for an unexpected long weekend or funding a DIY project.
The only thing I miss about my office job - apart from the salary - is adult interaction. I don't miss the passive-aggressive arguments over room temperature, the backache, the colleague who used to say "Heigh-ho" in a singsong voice twenty times a day, the smell of microwaved lunch, or people who use body spray like they're marking their territory.
At first, I really hated the question "What do you do?" from other parents, because most here hire a nanny and carry on in their careers, and have fancy Gucci handbags and second homes to show for the extra income. I felt like a loser for a bit, then I reminded myself that losing only happens if you've tried and failed to get something. I never wanted a Gucci handbag or a second home: I wanted my family, and don't regret my decision at all.