I wrote about why mothers must not be shamed for the choices they make when feeding their babies.

I wrote about the annoying and offensive things parents of twins often end up hearing for HuffPost UK.

I’ve cried on them in the playground, they’ve stepped in to look after our son in an emergency and I’ve drunk too much wine with them on (many) a weekday night – and yet I’ve known some of them for less than two years.

The first time I was notified our son’s reception class had to self-isolate, it was a Monday morning and I was standing at the school gates ready to drop him off for the day.

Three children is a lot. Three children aged four and under is a lot. Three children aged four and under in one house 24/7 in a pandemic with two working parents is almost too much. And that is why my husband’s post-lockdown gift to me, well, us both really, is a vasectomy.