Before Christmas, I felt like I was about to crack. A family bereavement, 80 hour weeks, pressures in my working life and sheer exhaustion had me on the edge. I felt like I was swimming upstream in a river, against an incredibly strong tide, trying to keep afloat. Actually, I felt a bit like I was drowning.

That was November and December, but January and February have been different. My attempts at regaining some kind of control over what I take on and how I manage the working mum juggle seem to be working (most of the time).

I’ve made a few changes and taken a good look at what I can physically manage with the time I have to do what I need to do. It’s helped. I no longer feel like I’m drowning. Instead, I’m drifting along on a canoe, floating with the tide rather than trying to swim against it. Continue reading »