A lot of mothers love it when their children start back at school. They celebrate with a ‘yeah me day’ full of coffee dates or lunch with friends, clean the house or just go to work without the stress of finding alternative childcare somewhere else before they have to go to work.
I’m not that person. As usual, the days and night before my children go back to school find me in a sleepless sweaty mess unable to function very well and going over my life decisions and existential angst about how and why I’m doing what I do and why isn’t my life different by now? How have I magically not made millions and my children are not living in some Enid Blyton fairy tale farm house running amok amongst chickens and poppies with lashings of ginger beer?Read More