Sometimes life as a working mum is hard. This week is one of those times.
My son went ballistic this week. Actually, no, I should correct that – BOTH my sons went ballistic this week.
I’ve been working a lot. Actually, no, I should correct that too – I have been working insane amounts that have basically run me into the ground. And I mean that quite literally because I am sick today.
From the time I was born I have refused to say no. I am stubbornly determined and this admirable yet annoying trait has followed me into adulthood. I never settle, not with my family, not with my friends and especially not in my career.
And because I had my kids young it meant I have, quite literally, never known anything else but being a working mum and for the most part, I wouldn’t take any of it back.
That is until I have a week like I’ve had this past week.
Before I go on I need to make some confessions:
I am the mum on her phone at the park.
I am the mum ignoring her kids to finish a deadline.
I am the mum who literally does not sleep because she has to work.
I am the working mum.
I am the studying mum.
I am the bridesmaid to one of my best friend's who can’t show up to any bridal appointments because she is so busy.
I am the mum who insists on volunteering at school so her son sees her there but she really doesn’t have the time and probably does it all wrong anyway.