Mothering–The Long Haul by Mandy Nolan
I remember packing my five kids in my Mum van and wondering if I would ever get my life back.
The endless shopping, wiping, driving, dropping off, picking up, encouraging, hassling and general micromanaging sometimes made me feel like my head was going to blow up. Some days I felt less like a mum and more like a PA. I knew the answers to all the hard questions, like: “Mum! Where are my socks?”, “Who ate the last biscuit!” (me) and “Can I borrow your charger—I left mine at school”. A simple ‘yes’ meant you would never see your charger again. I
