I’ve spoken a lot with other mums about mum-guilt, particularly in the early days of motherhood. It seems that there isn’t a single facet of a mother’s life that isn’t touched by it.
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We worry about spending too much time on our screens while our child is awake. We worry that we’re spending too much time doing housework at the expense of playing with our child. We worry that practising self-care is a selfish act. We worry that we’re hindering our child’s social and intellectual development if we don’t have them in some kind of care by a certain age. The list is literally endless!

Last week, I spent some time setting up the nursery for our next baby. Henry was happy pottering around for a few minutes but then became bored. He started doing things that were an obvious plea for attention which I didn’t respond to. After about 10 minutes of me not responding, he became whiny and clingy. He refused to get off me. I lost my cool and I yelled at him.

​Sam, Henry and I spent last weekend in Canberra which is just under a 3 hour drive from our home. On the return drive, Sam suggested that I message my best friend to see if she and her husband were home and up for a visit. They’ve just moved back to NSW after spending 5 years in Western Australia and we were going to be driving right past their home. You’d think I’d have jumped at the chance to message. But I didn’t.