Amanda Harrison, 38, Poole
Pushing my youngest, Lukas, 1, in his pushchair, I stopped to wipe sweat from my forehead.
‘We’re going to be late, Mum,’ groaned my other son, Joshua, 7.
He was right.
But, out of breath, with pains shooting down my leg, I couldn’t go any faster.
‘Sorry,’ I sighed, desperately trying to quicken my pace.
It was like this every morning on the school run.
While my eldest three made their own way to school or college, I’d take Charley, 10, Joshua, 7, and Jacob, 6, to school with Lukas in the pram.
It should’ve been a 10-minute walk, but it took me half an hour.
‘Mum, you’re too fat,’ Jacob giggled as I thudded along the pavement.
‘Don’t be rude,’ I scolded.
Although I couldn’t…
