I have never worked harder in my life than now. I get up so much earlier than I ever did before and have a lot less sleep. I work 24/7. I'm not allowed to take sick days or holidays and I don't even get paid. I take my work home with me, infact I take it everywhere I go.
I am lucky if I get a lunch or dinner break and then even luckier if its long enough to actually eat the food. I have become an expert at drinking luke warm and sometimes cold cups of tea. I am a master of eating with one hand. Actually I'm a master of doing almost anything with one hand.
I have replaced make up with a new look called sleep deprivation - its pale white, sometimes with tinges of red and comes complete with puffy baggy eyes. No need to apply any products at all, just get up and wall-ah I'm ready to go.
I don't need to wear perfume anymore as I am almost always wearing a new scent known as le babe vomitte.
Some nights I still think I need to set my alarm before I go to bed, then I realise I have a human alarm clock sleeping beside me.
Raising children is a hard job, but it also has its benefits. I get to spend the whole day with my best friend. She doesn't complain that I talk too much. She loves that I am weird (at least I think she does). I get to bust out dance moves for no reason whenever I want. I get to play with toys. I get smiles, hugs and kisses on demand. It's a hard job, but its also the most rewarding one I've ever had.
When I am at the point of exhaustion and wishing for my old job back often something will happen that reminds me why this is also the perfect job. The other morning she took my hand and placed it on her heart and held hers on top of mine while she was falling asleep. And just like that in those split seconds that tiny little gesture melted my heart and I forgot everything else that had happened. The crying, the early mornings, the countless dirty nappies and being covered in vomit no longer mattered. Nothing else mattered.
It is the hardest job, but it is the best job in the world.