This morning I sat on the floor of my messy bedroom, on a carpet that needs a hoover, next to a pile of dirty clothes to wash and a pile clean clothes to put away. I sat there with my heavy head in my hands, hot tears silently rolling down my cheeks, wishing I was somewhere else. Away from the boys arguing on the floor below and the long day stretching in front of me. School drop off, back to try and clean the house, squeeze in some playtime with Ava, work, lunch, more of the same, school pick up,…

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