How much is enough?

Tomorrow is the first day of the working week (snow permitting).

Well, at least it's the first day of my working week.

You see, as of tomorrow, I'm working, by the tolerance of my employer, a mere two days a week (Thursdays and Fridays) and while I thought it was what I wanted, I'm worried that it just isn't going to work.

From the happy halcyon days of Whistler I was thought "Whoopee! Only two days a week in the office! It's going to be great!", yet I woke up in a cold sweat on Monday night:"Oh help! I've got to fill three days with the little monsters this week, what on earth am I going to do with them!" and now, having had three very good days, jetlag notwithstanding, I'm praying for snow to shut the nursery so I don't have to go in...

Which is all, quite frankly, just me being typically dithery.

But I do honestly wonder if it really is going to be possible for me usefully to do my job in two days a week.

When we were away, we were sitting round the table and I was talking about something I had done at work before I had L.  My mum said "Oh, right, that was when you had a proper job".  That's as against, in case you'd forgotten, the exact same job I do now, only at a higher level and while simultaneously looking after three small children.  But I do wonder if maybe she was, sort of, right, and if there comes a point when actually you do need to devote a bit more of your time and your energy to your job than it seems I'm prepared to...

But then that way lies the jump I'm not yet ready to make, and until then, my employers are just going to have to take what they can get.  And I'm just going to have to hope they'll continue to think it's enough.