Wake up 6am. Breakfast, uniforms, school run, work, pick up, tea, bath, bed, emails, sleep. Repeat. Five years of exactly the same.
I'm not sad exactly. I'm just... grey. Nothing feels like anything. I used to read, swim, go to gigs. I don't know who I am outside of the routine anymore. Is this just what being a parent of young kids is, or is it something more?
