compared to being a full time working (shit shifts) mother of stroppy, hormonal, expensive, complicated teenagers.
I am much more bone achingly knackered now than I was then, after a day of playdough and music group, with an afternoon nap or quite hour in front of a disney dvd.
The days when i could do tea, bath, story and bed by 6.30pm.
Compared to 8 hours on my feet, bit stressy, get in, feed 3 different times, drop off, pick up, nag about homework, worry about dodgy friends, drugs and unprotected sex.
U?
I think not.