TMS (Tired Mummy Syndrome) Part 1

As I tiredly wipe my eyes I realise it’s 1pm and I haven't eaten lunch, yet I have been on the run since my feet hit the floor this morning. I have cleaned, cooked, chauffeured, encouraged, debated, negotiated, taught, and coerced. I didn't get to the bathroom until an hour after I actually got up, and only then with an infant attached to my leg. If I get a shower today I will consider it a bonus. And yet, in the eyes of modern society, I have done nothing out of the ordinary. These days, being a mum is considered ...