That’s right I just burst in to tears over my cinnamon swirl and mango and passion fruit juice drink thing.
I had come with my Mum to look for work trousers and I don’t know which was more upsetting; the thought of having to wear uncomfortable clothes or the thought of going back to work.
Of course it is the latter.
I have mixed feelings about going back to work, I love my job and the people I work with are amazing.
I’ve also got an altered view on priorities since the kids moved in. I plan to have a work/life balance not just a work/work balance.
But I feel so sad today, kick in the pit of the tummy sad. Because no matter how much they can drive me to complete distraction, I am going to really really miss my gorgeous, funny, clever children and the massive amount of time we get to spend together.
I know we will all adjust and I will love being able to pee on my own and talk about things other than paw patrol and yoghurt. But it genuinely hurts my heart when I think about not spending as much time with them. But I am going to really try and make the time I do spend with them as special as I possibly can.