Today one of the women I work with (who I do really like and have known for years and years) was really winding me up.
We work in retail and obviously things are very busy at this time of year.
However, she comes in of a morning looking all wan and sighing about how exhausted she is and how she's got so much to do and no time at all.
Now this woman has no children (or even pets) and her dh works as a travel agent so his job is really quiet at this time of year. They both work a standard 40 hr week.
On the other hand both me and my dh are in retail. This week dh has clocked up 63 hrs work and I've done 51.
I do flexi-time so that I can pick up our dc from school every day. Most afternoons in last couple of weeks I've left work at 3pm collect the kids, done the mummy thing (quality time with dcs, friends to play, swimming etc.) as well as tried to keep us in food, clean clothes and maintain some sort of order in the house.
Then, I either go back to work once my dh gets home at around 7, or work on my laptop at home.
This friend never takes any work home and very rarely works late (that doesn't bother me at all) but it does bother me when she tells me how she exhausted she is!
All I wanted to say this morning was "Before I even got to work today I've already spent the last two hours; making breakfasts, plaiting hair, checking teeth, filling in reading diaries, making beds, making packed lunches, feeding the cat, herding two children (hopefully equipped for school) up the road, rushing back again, jumping in the car and driving to work!
What have you done?"
My point is, before I had kids I used to think how busy I was. I look back now and think "what the f**k did I know" ha ha.