So my conclusion after being back in the rat-race for a month now is that being a working Mum is like having your own special type of schizophrenia.
On the one hand, I love being back in the midst of business, dressing up smart again and making decisions. I'm proud that I can develop ideas that will make a difference to people and I love being up-to-speed on current affairs.
On the other hand, I love that when I'm with the boys they wouldn't care less if I walked round in my dressing gown all day. I'm proud of the fact that C was picked to be "Mother Duck" at school and got to do the "quack quack's" in the song, and it's relaxing to know that as long as I can come up with an answer to why Postman Pat doesn't change out of his work clothes when he gets home but C has to change out of his school uniform - it really doesn't matter if I'm struggling to form an opinion on the latest political policies.
The tricky part is not letting these two personalities overlap. When I've had a tough day at work all I want to do is flop down on the sofa with a glass of wine. What I actually do is put a smile on my face and play robots or pirates until bath and bedtime.
When I've had a tough time with the children all I want to do is flop down on the sofa with a glass of wine. What I actually do is put a smile on my face and crack on with the latest campaign.
While it's a tough juggling act, I do think it helps make me a calmer person in both lives. The challenges and issues that would seem so important if I was only doing one of my "jobs" balance each other out, meaning that I gain some perspective.
So the big question then is - when do I get that glass of wine?!