Back to school. A complete mixture of emotions. I’m proud of him, but sad he’s grown up so fast. I feel a bit rushed some days and then in control on others. Some days I am losing my mind and feel so angry that nobody is listening. They’re tired by the end of the week. Hang on, who am I kidding, after day one the wheels were falling off from big days. I hate ‘losing my shit’ as the guilt afterwards just kills me, but as a Mum it happens. Sometimes a little and sometimes a lot