Feeling sorry for myself today. Back to work after a gorgeous year off with my little bundle of loveliness. Coming back to work has been so hard, I've called the nursery 100 times and just been on facetime to my babies now. I'm not watching any of her stories today, banging on about 'anxiety' and earning mega bucks for what most people do anyway; cleaning their homes. I'd give anything to be able to stay at home with my babies and soak them up. I would not be wasting my time cleaning a friggin hinge on my oven door or giving my babies a crappy piece of fake grass to 'play with' - they are only little for so long and it's frustrating to see that she isn't making the most of the time and money she has to make amazing memories with him. I've had a rant, I've had a cry and I just needed to get it out there.