It feels strange now that I’ve gone back to work. I feel like I don’t stop. There isn’t enough time in the day to get everything I need to do done, let alone all the stuff I want to do. I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way! Time is precious, and it is passing by so fast.
It’s mid August – 2012! – already. How did that happen? It doesn’t feel like long ago that I was sitting on a brick wall, wrapped up in a knitted scarf, hat and gloves, watching the fireworks as everyone welcomed in the new millenium. And that was well over a decade ago. Now I have a house, a car, a job and the scariest thing of all (but also the most brilliant) I’m a mum to a beautiful little boy.
It doesn’t even feel real. Sometimes I look at him and wonder if the hospital are going to realise their mistake and come searching for him. I look at him and I think – no, I know – that I am the luckiest mother in the world.