A day of anxiety and stress at work, everyone talking at me, calling me.
Finally, arriving home, I walk through the door, tired and ready to collapse.
Before I have even closed the front door…… “mum!”
Child ‘D’ – “I hate school, the kids are nasty. My bag’s broke, my phone still doesn’t work and I can’t get Internet. ”
Child ‘N’ – ” My throat really hurts, especially when I swallow. Plus my back is painful and my head is aching. Can my mate come round?”
Child ‘J’ – “Not had a good day, I’ve lost my job.”
Child ‘C’ – Still asleep.
All of them…”What’s for dinner?”
I haven’t even fully entered the house, I put down my bag and pre-heat the oven. My work continues. Maybe I’ll have chance to rest later?