I’m married with a child under 2 and another on the way, as well as the regular stuff life throws at you and sometimes, in fact quite often, it all seems like a lot. You’re up early in the morning, already trying to balance your own need to get out of the door with the family's needs to have breakfast, not to walk poo round the house because the nappy needed changing an hour ago, and to avoid the feeling of running from a burning building when you say goodbye for work.
And that's just what's going on before 9am- we haven't scratched the surface of what it can be like to come home knackered, with no time for yourself and having to relieve the pressures of home life enough to get dinner on the table and kids to bed. The finish line is sleep, but that's often delayed by a sense of unfulfillment that leaves you scrolling on your phone and robbing yourself of the rest you need. And the juggling act begins again tomorrow. 

I’m married and we have a child under 2 and another on the way, as well as the regular stuff life throws at you and sometimes, in fact quite often, it all seems like a lot. You’re up early in the morning, already trying to balance your own need to get out of the door with the family's needs to have breakfast, not to walk poo round the house because the nappy needed changing an hour ago, and to avoid the feeling of running from a burning building when you say goodbye for work.

And that's just what's going on before 9am- we haven't scratched the surface of what it can be like to come home knackered, with no time for yourself and having to relieve the pressures of home life enough to get dinner on the table and kids to bed. The finish line is sleep, but that's often delayed by a sense of unfulfillment that leaves you scrolling on your phone and robbing yourself of the rest you need. And the juggling act begins again tomorrow. 

"Stressed, unhappy and unfulfilled" had become my internal dialogue