the chef’s wife with a corporate career who doesn’t have to cook
the chef’s wife with a corporate career who doesn’t have to cook
At ten past seven on Friday evening, I was still at my laptop, going through spreadsheets for the third time. The weekend had officially started. Nobody had told me. Somewhere in the house, dinner was being sorted by my chef…
Fifteen minutes before I was due to switch off for the weekend, my boss’s request landed in my inbox. Review the major planning document. Deadline: 11.30am on Monday, well before the meeting. I did the sums in my head and…
September was a whirlwind. Colleagues came back from their summer breaks with a vengeance, the kids went back to school, and I told myself I’d keep writing through all of it. I didn’t. Sorry about that. August was the calm…
I was three sentences into a routine business travel request when I saw it: the team get together trip had been brought forward to the exact week of my son’s 3rd birthday. Not near it. Not around it. On it…
It was supposed to be ten minutes. I told myself that walking into the call, an intern on my team who’d asked to talk, thirty minutes before I needed to leave for camp pick-up. Ten minutes, I decided, wouldn’t hurt…
I came across a social media post yesterday reflecting on the concept of silent motherhood hardship. It got me thinking, why is it so often ‘silent‘? As a full-time corporate employee and a chef’s wife, my days are a constantly…