Diary management is wiping me out.
This is the first Christmas that I've worked full-time and with all the nativities, carol services, Christmas lunches etc that my children are involved in, I've spent more time hopping back and forth between work and school than I have at my desk.
It's jolly hard to be a parent, isn't it? My husband and I do our best to share the load – aided and abetted by my parents down the road – but all this supporting of our children in various ways is exhausting.
Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier not to bother and instead help 'shape' their character by leaving them to it. But those happy faces, so glad to see me, won't last long and neither will their willingness to 'perform'. Better make the most of it.