The Cambridge Mummy blog on: the rising cost of childcare

It’s no surprise really is it, that the rising cost of childcare is having a huge impact on families, working parents and how family life is working. I’m just about to go on the air with BBC Radio Cambridgeshire to talk about it, as it’s a huge issue for so many people that I know. The survey says that the soaring cost of childcare is pushing the poorest out of work and children into poverty. Research from Save the Children and the Daycare Trust has revealed families on low-incomes across the UK are having to turn down jobs or are considering leaving work because they can’t afford to pay for childcare, according to new . The survey also found that parents, regardless of income, say they can’t afford not to work, but struggle to pay for childcare. And despite many parents cutting back their spending, almost a quarter have got into debt because of childcare costs. Parents in Britain spend almost a third of their incomes on childcare – more than anywhere else in the world. Of those families in severe poverty, nearly half have cut back on food to afford childcare and 58% said they were or would be no better off working once childcare is paid for.

The cut to the working tax credit has also dealt a massive blow to hard working families struggling in severe poverty with four in ten of those affected considering giving up work because they will no longer earn enough to cover the childcare bill. The cut has added on average £500 per year onto the childcare bill for half a million families.

Now I’m not saying for a moment that our family is in poverty in any way shape or form. But the problem is clear when I list the maths around returning to my old job. I was on around £38,000 a year gross, as a full time salary. This translates to £28,500 a year after tax, when working 5 days a week. So if I’d gone back 3 days a week, as I’d planned to, I would have generated £17,100 ish of take home – net pay, per year.

Liz net earnings for 3 days a week = £17,100 ish, per year

Cost of private nursery for 3 days a week for 2 boys = £52 a day, per child. This is £16,244 per year.

Cost of petrol to get to work for 3 days a week, for a year = £1,560

Cost of sandwiches for 3 days a week, for a year = £312

This is a total of = £16,244 + £1,560 + £312 = £18,116

Liz earnings (£17,100) – Cost for Liz to go to work (£18,116) = Total cost to go to work for 3 days a week of £1,016

It just doesn’t add up, does it. Thankfully we are living a very different life to the one detailed above but so many people I know are relying on family members for childcare but I don’t think that’s fair either, as for a start, it would be my inlaws who did it as my parents are 3 hours away in the car and it’s not up to them to bail us out when they should be in their retirement having looked after other people for so many years themselves!

It’s nuts. I have no solution. I don’t know what the solution should be. I just think it’s rubbish that so many people are in this situation.

Shall I get off my soapbox now?

*Image courtesy of topnews.net.nz

Update at 6pm on Wednesday 7 September:

1. If you are someone who is trying to work out how you can contribute to your family’s finances but aren’t sure how to do it, check out www.businessandbabyshow.com which happens on Saturday 1 October and is a great way to find out about all the business opportunities available to you which will work with your family life.

2. There’s a good link on the Guardian, with an article on this very topic…

The Cambridge Mummy blog on: More Sunday night yodelling

“Mummmmeeeeee, we need to give you kisses… Come up the stairs right now mummy or you will be in the naughty corner…”

“William and I need to give you kiss right now. Please come here right now Mummy”

I love being a mummy so much…

Liz Weston is Cambridge Mummy, a self employed, full time working, mummy blogger and mummy to two lovely boys and wife to Lovely Bloke. They live in Cambridge (I know, but it’s good to be clear) and have a lovely life together. Most of the time.

 

 

The Cambridge Mummy on: feeling a bit lonely

When I very first met Lovely Bloke, the very first time I came to his house, he was at work. Sounds strange I know, but I’d left work early and he was coming home late, so I was to collect the key from his mum who worked a few doors down from his house. I braved the quick “hello, can I collect keys for your son’s house even though I’m a stranger” conversation and came to the exact spot I’m sat at now. The decking at the back of the house. I sat there, thinking I’d found peace at last – in my new boyfriend’s house of all places. It was strange, but I didn’t feel at all lonely or uncomfortable. It felt great, sitting there waiting for him to come home….

In some ways, despite many years having passed, some things haven’t changed. We haven’t gotten around to replacing the decking. We still can’t make plants live in pots on a side wall, no matter what we buy. And now I’ve gone and lost the patio door keys, so we can’t even open those any more. But lots of other things have stayed the same. Lovely Bloke still prefers to sit indoors and watch TV, whilst I crave the fresh air and sit outside on the decking. Lovely Bloke doesn’t want to sit outside here and have a drink with me, because it’s not his kind of thing, whereas it’s very much mine. Some changes are good, some are not so good.

The fundamental change is that I’m now a wife a mother. In some ways, I find myself feeling quite lonely sometimes. Lovely Bloke and our two boys have a very unholy alliance. It’s brilliant for the boys – all three of them ;) Not least because they have such an amazing time together. But for me, when we went on holiday to Cornwall a couple of weeks ago, I just didn’t know how to fit in. And that’s a change for me – I didn’t know where to start with Lovely Bloke or my children. That upset me. I couldn’t wait to get back to my work and in fact buried myself in it whilst we were away. My mobile is my friend. It doesn’t make me feel like I don’t fit in, or know where to join in the conversation. I’m not saying I couldn’t and didn’t join in at all, it’s just that I was conscious of not always knowing what, where or how to take the lead, the initiative or where we should go next. Being self employed is great because it gives me so many benefits. I just don’t think I’m seeing enough of them right now. And feeling a bit lonely isn’t on my list of benefits so I think it’s something I need to tackle.

What do you think?