I realised I had a certain amount of bandwidth as a working mum, and I'd run out. Some mums may have run out way before me, others farther down the road. But I was beginning to understand my bandwidth and the message was clear: I couldn't have it all.
As much as I love sharing my photos and having a platform that is exclusively for that - it just makes me feel bad. It makes me feel like I'm the only one who has days where the only food consumed is half a yoghurt and a handful of raisins. Days when you stop for 30 seconds to down your lukewarm coffee and you find your fast-as-a-whippet daughter has climbed the stairs and is upstairs roaming free.
There are no two ways about it, babies are dumb. Before they can even move, as soon as they are able to grasp things, they enjoy putting themselves in mortal danger. They are not to be trusted for a second.
We all worry about whether or not we're a good parent. You only have to go onto instagram to see the hoards of inspirational quotes proclaiming 'you're good enough', to realise we're a little bit obsessed. Are we doing enough? Are we giving them enough?
There were many things I swore I would never do before I had a baby. Pretty much all of those ideals have long since fallen by the wayside, along with any last vestiges of sympathy for the physical and emotional comfort of the child free in public spaces.
In recent years, we've found that where parents tell their kids that, for this party, they should choose to invite, say, six or eight friends, it is unlikely that - and unusual for - the kids to pick the little girl with DS.
In 2016 I would have liked to have thought that the Equality Act 2010 would have ensured there are more adjustments being made nationally to ensure that families like mine are no longer being excluded.
In effect, you have two babies who are completely dependent. Needing to be fed, dressed, changed. Two babies in nappies, who nap, cry, whinge, whine, poop, need to be held and cuddled, soothed and settled. Who can't talk. communication is a guessing game.
Before I became a parent, I had certain ideas of what kind of a mother I wanted to be. Those ideas were fairly vague initially, but nonetheless I had a list as long as my arm of things that I knew I would NEVER do... and then I had kids.
We're not talking about a simple car commute, here. We're talking about a half-hour ride on a public bus through a busy city, followed by a long walk down a very steep hill with one-year-old who refuses to get into a push chair. Getting to work is almost as exhausting as actually working. So here's what I've learned so far...
have suggested that parents should make themselves aware of the safety risks for younger teens playing the game. And this is the same message for the plethora of Internet crazes that we see emerging at regular intervals. What can seem like a lighthearted good laugh to start off with can often get out of hand.
The one thing I have learned from frequently having my secrets shared, is that they are far more common than you would think. Here are a few of my parenting secrets that I am confident at least some of you might be keeping as well.
If we set a clear boundary in place and our children either sneak across it quietly or march defiantly over it, it is vital that there are consequences. If we simply turn a blind eye our children will soon come to believe that we don't say what we mean or mean what we say.
There we were, minutes into an enjoyable morning at a virtually empty indoor play place--the kids crossing net bridges, hoisting themselves onto foam pallets, and running around in gigantic hamster tubes--when an unfamiliar voice approached me.
During my 80s summers, each new day was a blank canvas waiting to be painted with new adventures. We just woke up and saw where the day would take us. No lists. No schedules. No cries of 'what are we doing today?' We had off-the-cuff fun - the type that didn't consume all of my mother's time, patience, money and sanity...
Parliament needs comprehensive change to do its job credibly for all of society, and Professor Childs' report sets out a range of great ideas to achieve that. We also need a much more representative media, but there seems less appetite for change in the corridors of power in Fleet Street.