The kids have been at school for an hour and I am BACK! I don’t expect you to have missed me but I have missed me. Don’t misunderstand me, I love spending time with my children and have had some fabulous days over the last six weeks:
But, as with every summer holiday, the memory making days were interspersed with days of heart hammering worry: Strawberry deaths and insurance claims; audits and order failures; fruit delays and price crashes; bee stings and vet visits; house fires and heart ache; sleepless nights and stress headaches.
There is never enough time to do anything well. When I’m with the children I feel guilty about work and when I’m working I feel guilty about the kids. I feel especially guilty about writing. When I’m giving it time, it feels like an indulgence. When I’m not, it feels like I’m abandoning something I love.
So hoorah for term time! The children are happy and learning and absent for 6 hours a day and I get some balance back in my life.
Am I a terrible mother?