Most days I can cope with leaving my 3 kids in the care of other people, Daniel at school and the girls at home.
But every afternoon I come home at 17h00 and they all 3 demand my attention at the same time. I cannot pee, it’s almost impossible to change into sweats and I certainly cannot have a conversation with Etienne until after they have all gone to bed.
Some afternoons I want to bash my head against the wall and cry along with them about all the time I don’t get to spend with them. I sometimes, in my really weak moments, resent my husband for not earning more money so that I can be home every day at least when they wake up from their naps. He is after all the one with the MBA stuck in a dead-end job.
This is so much harder than I thought it would be. This being-a-mother-that-has-to-work-thing is a crock of shit.
OK, thanks for reading my little piece of self-pity. I promise tomorrow will be better 🙂