Working mum guilt.
Those feels that you get when holidays swing about and everyone around you seems to be talking about exciting day trips, hanging out together and lazy mornings in their PJs.
And you realise that the 'break' for your kids is pretty much none existent - holiday clubs, nursery and begged childcare from friends and family. Normal life must continue but sometimes it just sucks because you want to be out there 'making memories' or just tearing your hair out at the sheer frustration of spending WAY too much together.
The weight of not being there sits heavily on my shoulders tonight so I guess all I'm trying to say is here's a little camaraderie for everyone not seeing their kids as much as they'd like (loud, obnoxious, annoying little things though they may be - god I love the bones of them) x