I seem to have turned a bit of a corner, this week (watch me as I jinx myself): I feel as though I’m more on top of things in my life, more in control. Back to being me. There’s probably going to be a whole slew of posts about this, because I have quite a lot to say on the whole “work/life/new mum” subject, but I suppose I wanted to mark the occasion, so to speak, so that I could look back and pinpoint the days when things started to get noticeably easier.

Or I shouldn’t say easier, really, because trying to work full-time from home and look after a baby is anything but easy, and it gets more and more hectic the older she gets, but I’m definitely learning to be at peace with the situation. I seem to be developing a sort of mental flexibility that allows me to think calmly and in a more detached and unemotional way when the going gets tough. Pre-baby I used to have minor breakdowns (think crying, hives, the odd little wall-kicking session) on a regular basis – I worked from about 9am until midnight most days (poor Mr AMR) and I didn’t ever really feel as though I was getting anywhere. It was just a big, perpetual hamster wheel and I constantly felt as though I wasn’t doing enough. Now, armed with my myriad of lists to hand (oh lists, where have you been all my life") I am ticking off jobs as I do them and even if I only tick off the smallest and most insignificant tasks, it makes me feel good and satisfied at ...