Thanks guys. I fucking hate 'me, me me posts' that refer to nobody else, but here I go anyway being a hypocritical twat.
I do like work, I like the banter, company, using my brain, having a good feel for the being involved in something which is essentially half mine...
It's not rocket science though. In my pre child life my job took so much more out of me and really stretched my skill set. In a good way. Now, I've just a job.
I like being busy but I'm busier at home than I work. Pony, dogs, chickens, teenagers, training really hard, ageing parents. I'm a gobshite, and will talk to any random stranger, so wouldn't have an issue getting out and about and joining in. I am that chatty mum at the school gate 


Thinking in a logical MN manner, despite the fact I've a rock solid marriage, our financial assets are actually more in my name than DH's as I do all this side of things and it s easier. The company and the house are too. So I'm not exposing myself financially giving up work.
But, I'm tired at the minute. Kids have all had exams, the pony has been hard work, I've not had a lot of time off, teenagers seem to take more time than young children, I came in twenty minutes ago after working all day then taking DD training, I'm rushing to sort the holiday. Not the best time to make decisions.
DH just doesn't understand why we both need to be stressed. He accepts the stress he puts himself under as part of who he is and thrives on it. But he also accepts that I might need to work too. He's totally fine whatever I do.
I could cook more, train more, have more time for family especially, breathe more ha ha, but I like being busy.
I like the folk I work with, we have such a giggle.
None of this make sense
It's random shit and I haven't replied to anyone's posts, I'm sorry. I guess I'm musing.
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