When they grow up, will my children remember how grumpy and tired I was when I worked nights?
Will my disabled sister end up in a home when she’s older and my parents aren’t around to look after her, or will I manage to take care of her myself?
Can I afford to reduce my hours at work so that I can be at home a little bit more?
Will my friends still stand by me despite always saying no to nights out, lunches, parties, weekends away etc because I’m too tired / stressed/ busy with my family?
Am I failing my children by not being there for every football match, meal, homework time, bedtime ?
These are some of my worries ... These are the things that run through my head at night.
Not melon pancakes. Not bedside lockers. Not Autumn wreaths.
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