Being a mum and sick.
Being a mum and sick and being self employed (and missing a day of work, aka loosing money)
Being a mum and sick and taking care of the kids, anyway.
Being a mum and sick, having the husband taking care of the kids, the dinner and the house but expecting you to get the grips and help (thanks God for a lot of paracetamol)
Being a mum, recovering just in time to collect the family at King Cross and coming back to a sick child.
Being a mum, taking care of a sick child during the holidays.
(all the previous statements + a puppy who is not toilet trained and likes to nip feet, constantly)
Being a mum, 3 days before Christmas, no Christmas tree, Christmas decorations made by children stick to every wall with blue tag. Couldn’t care less what we’re going to eat for Christmas.
Bring it on 2017!