Being a working mother is bloody hard. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a part of the lucky minority They either have the funds for full time care, a husband who does the bulk of the housework/cooking/shopping, or grandparents on tap.
I now have three teens and to be honest , being a working mum is tricky at any age. I’d like to say I didn’t lose my cool yesterday when I discovered that the meat I got out for dinner could not be turned into spag bol because the teens had eaten their way through packets of pasta and what felt like a carton of sauce in the space of a week.
And I’d also like to admit that I didn’t shout at my daughter for wanting a ride in the “torrential rain” because I had an 8am meeting and I couldn’t be in two places at the same time. Just put on a bloody raincoat! I mean … it’s glorious out there.
