Ever had someone ask you how you could possibly be so tired just minding a little one? Then you'll relate to this mum, who was horrified when her friend asked her just that. 

 

So she decided to show him just how ridiculous his question is - via a selfie stick. 

 

Suffice to say we need a lie down just looking at the photos she snapped. 

 

Photography student Yuliya Skorobogatova from Moscow is a mum to two girls. 

 

While she acknowledges that her friend "is right in some ways – I don’t have to wake up early 5 times a week and rush to the other side of Moscow in a metro carriage packed like a box of sardines," she wanted people to understand the sheer all-encompassing nature of motherhood.

 

And we reckon she did a very good job of it.

 

You can be on duty at any time...

 

 

Some of her days start at 9am, some start at 5am. It really depends on the lady on the house, her youngest daughter Vasilia. 

 

Your team can be hard to keep track of...

 

 

Your toilet breaks are strictly monitored

 

 

If you don't have the time, you just have to find it

 

 

Sometimes you blow your boss away...

 

 

...and other times they don't want to know you

 

 

Team-work is often counter-productive

 

 

The ability to multi-task is an absolute requirement

 

 

Sometimes you just want a second to yourself...

 

 

...but the second you disappear, all hell breaks loose

 

 

Some days are truly hair-raising 

 

 

And you're always being watched...

 

 

Always! (Jeez, why doesn't the boss just do it himself if he's not gonna trust you?!)

 

 

You work 80 hours a week, but still can't afford anything nice...hmph

 

 

Just ironing out a few details...

 

 

I'll be done in a minute. In A MINUTE!

 

 

Sometimes you find yourself in a sticky situation...

 

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..and everything's just a mess...

 

 

But when you finally get to lie down and close your eyes, you know that without it, you wouldn't be you...

 

 

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