It’s been quite a day today. Things are getting progressively busier at work and of course at home we are preparing ourselves for a week without Patrick. I’m a technicians wife. It comes with the territory that the husband is going to be away for long periods of time and very frequently. You would think that after so many years I would be used to all of this; the constant busy periods and times without Patrick, but perhaps I’m just getting soft now because I really do feel it more.

It doesn’t get easier as you get older. I thought by now that my life would be totally sorted, running smoothly and hopefully a little down time – a breather just to enjoy ourselves, but the work just keeps on coming, and you never get used to your man having to go away.

Not taking a thing away from moms who choose to stay at home, but I think that being a working mum is severely under rated. I find myself often thinking that I should be able to more than I am, more often, better, more efficiently and without hesitation. I want to be Wonder Woman and my own woman. I want it all.

It may take some time. I feel I’ve spent most of my beautiful boys’ life actually getting to grips with the fact that I am in fact a mom. He’s 9 years old already! This is only dawning on me now! Apparently speed is not my strength.