The scene: 11:00 AM on a typical Tuesday morning.

Breakfast dishes are strewn about, there are crumbs all over the floor, the baby’s diaper is sagging, and the 3-year-old has no pants on. I am scrubbing the rust stains under the toilet rim when suddenly I get distracted by the sticky jam marks on the light switch. I leave the toilet soaking and sprint to grab some wet wipes to clean the light switches, then the door handles, then that grungy spot behind the toilet.

Suddenly, I hear a crash and come out to investigate only to discover that the 3-year-old has pulled the entire curtain rod off of the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the drywall. He is standing sheepishly in the corner while the baby looks on nearby with a comically guilty expression on her face.

I sigh heavily, wet wipes still in hand, as I think of the lunch still to be made, the laundry still to be folded, the carpets still to be vacuumed, the breakfast mess still untouched, the whole house seeming to collect dirt and dust and grime before my eyes until I feel like I am suffocating under the weight of it all.

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Even the helpers, working mums employ, don't go through that stress