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I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

The Reality of Being a Full Time Working Mum

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

The Reality of Being a Full Time Working Mum

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

The Reality of Being a Full Time Working Mum

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

The Reality of Being a Full Time Working Mum

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

The Reality of Being a Full Time Working Mum

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

The Reality of Being a Full Time Working Mum

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

The Reality of Being a Full Time Working Mum

I shared this post on Facebook the other day after a colleague of mine commented that I looked exhausted, I laughed it off “well I am a mum” but it made me think… I guess in reality I AM exhausted. Not that sleep-deprived exhaustion of the newborn days, when you are suddenly handed over this tiny living person who relies on you for everything, whose body clock is all jumbled up and who cries to be fed every couple of hours; but an exhaustion that has just become a completely ingrained part…

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