I have made an unacceptable career choice. I know. I know because I have had it pointed out to me - both subtly and very unsubtly. By a wide variety of people.
When I left home at the age of 18 to move 3,000 miles away and work as a waitress that was accepted.
When I worked for almost ten years in hotels, restaurants and bars that was accepted.
When I went back to college to study Travel & Tourism and then went to sea as a Pursers Officer on a cruise ship that was positively applauded.
When I left the ships and took jobs as a PA and was bored senseless (despite having two of the nicest bosses ever), that was accepted.
But when I decided to be a stay-at-home-mum I seem to have tread on a lot of toes. It is not a socially acceptable choice to a lot of people. And they feel that they have every right to tell you so.
Over the years comments have morphed from 'Are you going to get a job?' to 'When are you getting a job?' to the far more blunt 'Get a job!'
I have a job. And I like my job. My husband was in on the decision that this would be my job and he is happy for me to be in this position. I take care of my family and I do it to the best of my ability.
I am not an over achiever. I am not an obsessive housewife - which is why you don't see photos of the house!
I do not decorate. We are in the fifth house we have lived in during our ten years in the UK. Rental houses come in a standard magnolia colour and they stay that way.
I like to cook. I like to sew. I like to crochet. I decided to blog about these things. Apparantly - to some people - this indicated that I have too much time on my hands.
I love my family. I like my life. They are happy. I am happy.
* Thanks to everyone who left a comment and support today. I have recovered from my rant and shall now eat some chocolate and enjoy my life.