What if you’re a working mother, but you’re not a high flying lawyer, or a Professor, or a Head of Content at a dynamic start up? What if you have a totally average administrative job where prospects are few but you can’t leave because you need the pay check, which is just enough to make it impossible to live without, but not enough to allow for the smallest of luxuries. What if you spend your day away from your children , but not contributing to anything worth while? What if you kill yourself getting in there everyday, but part of you is dying every hour that passes ? What if you’ve missed out on all those days , those hours, with your kids for a faceless institution that doesn’t give a crap about you ? What if every day , as you pack lunches, brush teeth , wave goodbye, you think ‘ I can’t do this anymore , I can’t do this anymore , I can’t do this anymore’? What if you keep on doing it because there’s no other answer? What if suddenly years have gone by and you’re exactly where you started from ? What if you’re unfulfilled, broke and your kids have spent years in childcare? What if it’s all wrong ? What if there is no right answer ? What if this is all there is ? Is this all there is ?