It's very, very hard work. Not a life I would choose if I had the choice. I know some people would say "there is always a choice" , but dh loves his job, it's a vocation and he changes lives for the better every day. But not paid enough to survive in London on one salary. That's the choice.
There are benefits as well as drawbacks, but on balance I think my life ranges between "bearable" and "absolute hell, simply can't go on".
I only have two kids but no family support and since dh and I work full time, are both exhausted and have no social life, we don't rely on friends.
I've taken the brunt of the time off for sickness and school events, he has covered school hols. My employers have been brilliant but I work long hours on weekdays and am stressed to the eyeballs to earn/maintain that goodwill.
Have usually had a cleaner. Kids eat crappy food because I have had to delegate something and dh has a very limited repertoire. Kids have never done homework, never excelled at school, never been able to do extra activities.
The best it ever got was when we invested in a nanny. She was incredible, almost made life worth living for a while. She took them to swimming lessons for the first time and I breathed a sign of relief when they got their 25m. They can't ride bikes still. I hate that they seem so neglected compared to a lot of kids. They wait for me until late at night if necessary, to talk over their days.
We're saving up like mad so that we can step off the treadmill at some point. I blame myself at times for being so miserable but life is a slog. I know others have it a lot worse and try to be grateful for what we've got.
I think there is a lot wrong with our lives but I have had to accept that you have to pick one of a limited number of options. I have single mum friends who seem like saints in comparison.