Past lives with a wooden spoon.
It's easy to forget other lives. Even my own. I can rationally recall life in Auckland when I had no kids. But I can't really understand how I was so busy. I only had myself to look after, for goodness sake! It's not that long ago that I did less paid work and spent far more time at home. I can't really remember it properly, though I remember I was busy and tired a lot. But this week some of it is coming back to me. Fionn has asthma and I found myself making a steam bath at 4.15am on Monday morning, just so he could breath well enough to sleep. I rang work at 7.30, drove in to make arrangements for the work someone else would have to take over and then came home and was more tired and had less energy than Mr Asthma Man. Out. Of. Practice. Today he was actually worse, but I was better. He came to work with me for a chunk of this morning, and then went to our lovely childminder after school so I could do a work meeting. In between, I hung out in the kitche