All good things, and Australian working visas, must inevitably come to an end. And so here we are, back on the merry go round of childcare. Only there isn't that much that is fun about this experience. Finding a nanny who fits in with your family, who you trust, who will be your kids everything while you aren't there, well, it's not just tough, at times it seems impossible!
There is a danger in turning any single commentator into a spokesperson or star, and we should avoid it. There are others who wish to speak and act too, and it's up to us to find and appreciate them, even as we work to develop the same powers in ourselves. But this morning, I want to defend Owen Jones. He has defended the rest of us time and again.
I've been a news presenter all of his life. Does he think his childhood suffered? Well, over supper he reminded me how I'd left him and his friends celebrating his birthday while I jetted to Spain on a last-minute assignment. He's mentioned it every birthday since. He also highlighted how I wasn't always at home to cook supper. Or sometimes went to dangerous places including Libya where he could hear gunfire in the background as I reassured him on a satellite phone that all was well. Oh... My advice - accept you won't always get it right, but do the best you can and certainly don't be bowed by those who want to beat you with the guilt stick. Especially late night talk show hosts. Instead, ask yourself while they're working who is looking after their kids???