At present, I am a full time mum to Evie, and work full time in an accounts role. Some days are harder then others. Washing never gets done on time, the garbage bin gets forgotten to be taken out... Hell I go weeks without shaving my legs simply because I forgot or I have a 5 minute window to have a shower without Evie watching laughing at my boobs or my bum. Or pointing, or picking up my bra and putting it on. Most days are a blur, alarm goes off, I go get Evie, get dressed, make her lunch and I go off to work. By the time I get home it's dark, and Evie is hungry and emotional for some reason or another. And then it's a constant battle for her to eat her dinner, have a bath and willingly go to bed. I generally eat dinner about 8pm, potter around, try and get some things done and the next thing I know it's 11pm! Tired is a regular occurrence, and so is some frustration because there are not enough hours in the day to even attempt getting everything done. Did I mention I've also taken on part time study? Saturdays are taken up by ballet and swimming so that leaves Sunday to spend time together, so the weekly shop, wash, clean, bake, cool for the week ahead. Some days when I get everything done it's like a fist pump, totes excited and can't believe it and it makes me happy. This doesn't happen often but when it does, it's a pretty good feeling. I take my hat off to any working mother, with one child or many, it's a hard bloody job, but I know it's all worth it in the end. You just have to remember that, and roll with the good days and the bad.