I used to have a job. Really. A proper job with a salary, a team of people to manage, a pension scheme I didn’t understand and management meetings I tried my hardest to avoid. I was a working mummy who “had it all”. Well, not quite as it turned out.
My son turned 4 and was about to start school when my super-flexible company turned out not to be quite as super-flexible as school day timings required.
So I quit my job to go freelance. And then my husband got a new job. And then I found out I was pregnant with twins. And then we moved to Dubai.
We like a challenge.
So, here I am, an expat mummy in Dubai with three children, a husband, a dead fish and a rather lovely Filipina helper. Oh, and this blog of our daily ups and downs.