I’m a teacher by trade but I have yet to return to teaching since having Gabe 22 months ago. I actually started my maternity leave almost two years ago because I finished work at the start of the summer holidays and Gabe wasn’t born until 6 weeks later.
Had we stayed in Scotland the chances are I would have gone back to work last August but because we moved to England last July I have yet to find another suitable teaching job.
The boys go to nursery two days a week. Initially we paid for it with a combination of Toby’s funded hours and the childcare vouchers I saved up whilst on maternity leave. Once they ran out Barry signed up to get childcare vouchers from his work and we get by with the little bit that I earn from this blog.
But at some point I need to go back to work. Toby starts school in September so that will make things easier in terms of finances (but not so much when it comes to logistics) and although we can survive just on Barry’s wage we can’t really justify Gabe going to nursery any more if I’m not working. The thing is, I think nursery is really good for him…and I think I would go a little bit insane if I had to look after him all the time! I know lots of people do, but the stay at home mum life is just not for me. Not seven days a week at least.
The ideal compromise would be a part time teaching job. Unfortunately these seem to be few and far between. A couple of weeks ago though I was contacted by one of the recruitment agencies asking if I was interested in a job at a local school. It was three days a week, only teaching up to Year 9, and at an independent school so class sizes were small too. It sounded perfect!
Yesterday I went for an interview – it seems in teaching that interviews are an almost full day long process. I taught a lesson, had a tour of the school, had to do a written task, had lunch with the department staff, and then finally an interview with the head teacher, deputy, and head of department.
I did my best, I thought it had gone well. But I didn’t get the job.
It is so demoralising when you really want a job but you don’t get it. And I think it’s even worse when you think it’s gone well but they obviously don’t agree with you.
As far as I know there was only one other candidate. Maybe I wasn’t bad, just she was better. Who knows? And the thing is, I’ll never know. Perhaps I could contact them and ask for feedback but I don’t know if I’ve got the strength to hear someone tell me why I wasn’t good enough.
Still, I am going to focus on the positives (if I can find any) – if I had got the job it would have meant that I would have missed Toby’s starting school. He’s only going in the mornings for the first week and so juggling drop offs and pick ups would be a nightmare.
On top of that not working means I get to spend some more time with Gabe – and I’ve never really had the one on one time with him that Toby got when he was a toddler. And why wouldn’t I want to spend more time with this crazy boy?
We might try and keep him going to nursery one day a week, or there’s a local pre-school where he might be able to go a few mornings (and it’s much cheaper than nursery too!).
Or maybe another job will come up between now and September that’s even more awesome. You just never know do you?