The boy did not want to know me at nursery pick-up today; Sarah was around. I cannot even begin to compete.
I felt a little more love and support from my girlfriends this evening. We had dinner and a catch up, with a healthy dose of cathartic whingeing about the demands of the job/children/life/breathing.
Sometimes it's reassuring to know you're not the only one spinning plates - and definitely not the only one to let a couple come crashing down.