I know that I'm very lucky to have two healthy children, and a home to live in and money to buy food, and I'm quite prepared to get flamed, BUT..
I was thinking today of what I'd be doing this weekend if I didn't have children, how I'd probably have a bit of a lie-in on Saturday, do the food shopping then have a coffee and read the papers, maybe watch some sport on telly or go to the rugby. And I felt really sad that actually that's not what I'll be doing. My life revolves around a 2yo and an 8yo and I've morphed into "mum", I have no sense of me anymore, other than trying to cram in going out for a run around family life.
But then I started feeling guilty for feeling like that - I desperately wanted children and feel like I should treasure them, after all they're only little once? Should I pull my head out of my arse and accept my life's changed?!