Some days I forget I’m a mum
Feeling my car chug along sluggishly, I looked at the petrol dial in confusion. Why was it saying ‘empty’ when I’d only filled it up the other day? I managed to steer myself off the main road and slide into a lay-by before calling my fiancé, Jon, then 40, in a panic. ‘I must’ve forgotten to fill the car up,’ I told him.
It was August 2018, and this wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation. ‘Blonde moment,’ I’d said when it first happened six months before, and back then, he’d rolled his eyes and laughed. Only, by now, I’d done it so many times, it was no longer funny. I called a friend to
