I was struggling to work full time with M.E. No boss, no matter how understanding, would tolerate my bad days nor the frequency or unpredictability of them. But I am unable to be signed off work as I can still work. Basically if you can stand up and peel a spud at the sink your fit for work. Doesnt matter that is only on a good day, they dont count the bad days.
I was working long long hours. I had started doing affiliation several years before; this had led me to start creating more and more websites for myself but also for other people. There weren’t enough hours in the day. I was starting to earn money and the only way to take it to the next level was to spend more time on it all other than the hours at the end of the day when I was tired.
I hardly saw the children. We had no quality of life; it was wake up, work, pick up children, tea, work and then bed.
I hated the fact I had to put them into schools out club every summer. They hated it too but they never said till I asked them if they would mind not going to schools out if I went self-employed.
My job was looking more than iffy and I was going to be made redundant.
I had finally found what I wanted to do and wanted to do it as much as I could.
I wanted to be my own boss. My rules, my way with the buck stopping at me.
I had a good start as I knew all the basics like accounts from my previous jobs and an ex-husband who was self-employed.
I wanted to see if I could do it.
I asked the children what they thought. I explained that we wouldn’t have so much money but it would mean I was at home working. They reaction was amazing They were nearly as excited as me and said beans on toast every night was a small sacrifice if it meant I would be happy.