It's a strange thing, isn't it?
I think, in general terms, life is harder. It's tiring, often boring, thankless, menial, repeptitive drudgery.
But, but, on a day to day basis? I'm so happy. The love that I receive, just for being their mum, is astonishing. By the time I've been awake five minutes I've laughed at least once. They are so bloody thrilled to see me after school, they barrel into me as if they haven't seen me for months. It makes me feel vital.
I often think how much I miss the days where you just drifted and did nothing. But then I think of these small, but HUGE, moments, and I know it's not close to being true.