“Being a mother is the hardest job on earth. Women everywhere must declare it so.” – Oprah

Some days you wake up feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Your children are healthy, your children are happy and you are doing a wonderful job as a mother.

Other days you wake up to a wailing, puking child and wonder where things have gone terribly wrong.

There is also a day when you wake up and remember yourself. It’s usually after 18 months of feeding/changing/feeding/changing/
crawling/feeding/changing/changing/feeding/walking/
feeding/changing/tantrums/feeding/changing/a few glasses of wine.

There it is. Laying in front of you. There is a life outside of this and you can join.

An invite into the secret club of people who go out past dark. People who laugh at adult jokes. People who put on eyeliner and perfume. People who enjoy life outside of Birthday parties and family swim. People who enjoy making that Barbie cake for the 100th time just for fun, but also enjoy a nice glass of vino and a lovely dress.

It’s been a long time, but I’m delighted to be back in the club!