So term has begun and the school run has started in earnest and as I race to get me and three kids, dressed, fed and out of the door by 8 o'clock with the correct kit in the correct coloured bag. I am left wondering if this manic juggling act is normal.
I know lots of people who pity me for working but in our family it has always worked. My husband has set working days that allowed us to share the childcare while making enough money to ensure life was comfortable, if not luxurious.
But this term, as I bundle my youngest daughter into nursery, I am left feeling a little uncomfortable. I can explain to the older two about - work, money and the need for both, but she can't comprehend it and having had Mummy solidly for nine weeks, now looks at me as if I am truly abandoning her.
I know that I am doing the best I can as a working mum (and all mums know we're damned if we do and damned if we don't) but I am left wondering - should I forego the education, clubs and family holidays my work allows us to indulge in, in order to spend time with my last child as I did my first. Or is it because she is my last I am trying to hang on to every precious moment. Or is that the price of being a third child?
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