Rediscovering the 'Me' in 'Mumeeeeeee'

'I have always thought that there is no more fruitful source of family discontent than a housewife’s badly-cooked dinners and untidy ways'. (Mrs Beeton's Book of Household Management, 1861)

June 30, 2009

In which I don’t get to take a sickie

It has recently dawned on me that as a mother of no fixed income/housewife/shouting mad woman, I am no longer entitled to take a sickie, a duvet day or, come to think of it, any annual leave. This is terrible and surely against the EU Workers Rights Convention thingy.

I have no manager who I can call on a Monday morning and tell in great detail, and a particularly feeble voice, why I cannot possibly make it in today. Even if I was genuinely ill, and not putting it on because I had too many pints at the AC/DC gig the night before, I would still have to get up and get on with my day’s work.

I do not have any annual leave entitlements. There are no holiday request forms for me to fill in (although now I think of it, maybe I’ll create some and start leaving them around the house for someone to authorise). I can forget about team ‘Away Days’ to fancy hotels and I assume I won’t be having a Christmas party. Boooooo. It’s soooo unfair.

I will admit that some days, as with any job, I just cannot be bothered to turn up. There, I’ve said it. But I have no choice. So, I begrudgingly go about my day, slam dinner plates down on the table, shout a lot, try to convince the boys to play sleeping games (this NEVER works) and just hang on desperately for CBeebies o’clock to come around. Iggle Piggle may be the worst creation in the history of children’s TV, but he’s my signal to log out. And at the end of my ‘non-sickie’ day, he’s the best thing in the world!


1 comment:

  1. What about "down time" , or "napping on the job" and what do you do if you have a terrible hangover ??? arghhhhhh!!!!!


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