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Can a SAHM become a WAHM?

For me, being a mum is the best job in the world. No other job pays you in kisses that feel like a million bucks, nor do they demand you be at performance-best in the wee small hours. Sadly, for most of us, being a mum is a non-paid, kind of voluntary position. Sometimes we might depend on the ‘other half’ to keep us in wine and shoes at the weekend, and we might bemoan the fact that we used to have our own money. Hell, isn’t that one of the reasons we go back to work? We want to re-gain our independence and keep ourselves in wine and shoes, thank you very much. So what do we do when, like me, we want to have our own money AND stay at home with the kids?
We become a WAHM, of course.

It’s not easy. Firstly, the jobs aren’t exactly hanging around on trees waiting for us to pick them. Nor are they all possible to actually do whilst the kids are around your feet. I know of mum friends who have started up child-minding businesses, which was a first thought for me, actually. But then there was the course, the paying for the course, the Ofsted registration, the fact that you have to work longer hours to accommodate parents that go out to work…and other people’s kids, etc etc. Child-minding is a fantastic thing to do but with a baby? I think that’s too much.

So what else is there? Blogging, of course, can bring in some pennies, but if you really really like wine and shoes, it isn’t going to bring in much. Working from home for call centres is another option, and one that I know a fellow mum blogger has recently started to do. Needs must. And without being flippant once more, sometimes needs are actual needs, and not just wine and shoes.

If you have younger children, like me, working as a customer call operative is not really an option. Yes, the head-set they provide would enable me to breastfeed whilst working, but it’s not very professional when your toddler tells you he needs a poo and his genitals are sticking out of his jeans.

You could deliver leaflets or catalogues. You could write a best seller. You could take part in some paid surveys. The latter being a fairly interesting option actually. This article I read claims that there is a very large market for WAHMs right now (probably due to the fact that childcare costs are so extortionate, but that’s a whole other post!) and there are real opportunities to earn some extra money from home. With kids round your feet.

Me? I’m freelancing and finding my feet that way. But to answer my question: can a SAHM become a WAHM? Well, if you want it badly enough, then yes.

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Sponsored video: Aptamil Growing up Milk

Regular readers of Ghostwritermummy will know that I am a breastfeeding mother and am so proud to have reached six months with my youngest. Regular readers  will also know all about the health issues my son has had since birth. These have been mainly digestive issues which we are still trying to get to the bottom of and for which we have now been referred to Alder Hey children’s hospital. Some readers may also know how upset I was to have to stop breastfeeding him and switch to formula when he was four months old. I wish I’d saved myself the heartache, knowing now that it really was the best option for him.

Some mothers, for whatever reason, just cannot breastfeed and I believe that they are entitled to make that decision. After twelve months, most babies are ready to move on from their infant milk and this is where Aptamil Growing up Milk comes in. We are struggling to find a milk suitable for my son at the moment as he has a suspected cow’s milk allergy and is also not allowed soya products anymore. We’re worried for his calcium intake and so follow on milks are being trialed for him. Having never used follow on milks before, I was interested to learn the reasons why mums chose to use them and so found the following video very useful.

In our quest to find a milk suitable for my son, Aptamil was one formula we did try as it was recommended by some mum friends who had been bottle feeding and we had also used it for our eldest. I found it reassuring to read about the rigorous testing the milk is subject to and both our G.P and our health visitor were happy for us to use it. But as I said, I’ve never used growing up milks before and I have to admit to feeling a little overwhelmed by the choices. I know that growing up milk is not supposed to replace infant milk; it is intended for older babies who have different nutritional needs and I find it reassuring also that this is taken into consideration. But I’m finding it tricky to work out the best follow on milks out there. Allergies and digestive issues aside, Aptamil was my first thought as it is one of the brands we trust and one that we used for our eldest after she stopped breastfeeding at seven months old. Yes, my son is a different story as he needs dairy free and soya free milk, so for us the quest continues. But if you are thinking of using a growing up milk, Aptamil is well worth the consideration. As they say themselves- they are not trying to replace breastmilk, they are just helping to give your baby the best start in life. If that best start comes in a bottle, then so be it.

If you want to find out more, you can visit Aptamil’s Facebook page, follow them on Twitter, or join the Aptaclub.

This post has been sponsored by Aptamil but all thoughts are my own.

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Fear is the heart of love

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The title of this post has been taken from one of my favourite songs of all time and it wasn’t until very recently that it started to ring with resonance for me. When you love someone, or something, it is fear that drives you on- to protect, to care and to nourish. When you become a parent, this fear is almost tangible; you can almost touch it, taste it even. It’s that moment when your heart literally stops beating for a second as your child’s hand slips from yours and the space where they used to be is filled with nothing. It’s that moment the car infront of you stops suddenly and you press your foot to the brake but you don’t know if the car is going to stop on time… It’s the fear of what might happen to the people and possessions that you love. That’s what drives our instincts.

I know you aren’t supposed to really love material possessions, but there is one massive purchase that I am 100% in love with. When The Big One was first born, I used to take her for long pram walks around our local area and we would walk past this one house each and every time. It was so run down and so un-loved, but it was clear for anyone that it had so much potential. Over the years, the house was bought and renovated and a family moved in. Children would play in the gardens at the front and busy parents would tend to the lawns and straighten the curtains from inside. I remember feeling so glad that the house was being loved at last.

Just before The Big One turned four, I qualified as a teacher and the house we’d admired for so long went on the market. I’m going to cut a long story short here and tell you that I am typing this now from inside that house. We got it. My dream house. My  one big possession to love.

Hands up all those parents who make their children take their shoes off before they come into the house. Do you also ban drinks from the living room? Do you have a window cleaner and do you cut the grass, mop the floors and sweep the paths regularly? I do. I love my house. It is my home. I take care of it. I am scared that something might happen to it. To us. To any of this.

When you’re young you don’t always think about what could happen or what life might be like when you’re older, but when you become a parent that changes a little. I want this house to mean something to my children too. I want them to remember growing up here and I want them to visit here when they are adults. I want them to bring their children here. I want this house to stand tall long after I have stooped. When you’re young, things like home insurance and pensions are like a foreign language; words that aren’t relevant and don’t roll off the tongue with ease. Paying for insurance is buying into a culture of fear, right?

Wrong. Fear is the heart of love. If you love something, you want to protect it. That’s all home insurance and pensions are at the end of the day. Your way of protecting the future, your way of keeping the precious things safe. But at the end of the day, it is still home insurance; its still a necessary expense, one that you don’t always want to think about. But you don’t want to think the unthinkable either.

I’ve worked with a family who lost everything they owned through a house fire and without insurance they were unable to replace much of their life’s possessions. That’s the fear I was talking about. It just isn’t worth leaving to fate, is it? Get the job done and enjoy your home: go to comparethemarket.com and fight the fear.

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