My Big Green Day
We went to Brisbane the other day. It was a nice day....but I was hit with a severe case of 'the grass is greener on the other side' with all those lovely-looking women dressed up looking swish and very important. They were everywhere! And there was me, in my 'uniform' of jeans and a t-shirt and stained shoes and hair that I'd forgotten to brush that morning. It's so completely immature and I'm sure if I did do paid work at the moment then I'd hate it.....but I came home disillusioned about how wonderful it must feel to be validated by a salary. And wearing clothes that don't have breastmilk stains on them! And this is me, Mumma Julie, who never dreamed of having a job, but used to dream about having a lovely husband and multiple children to have around my legs, read stories to and make birthday cakes for. When I made up stories, all the families had twelve children (twelve is my favourite number!). I named all the children and imagined how aweso...