I’m a pretty open person anyway, but there’s a big reason why I wanted to get stuck in to motherhood on the ol’ gram (particularly stories). When I first started posting, it’d be a photo of Milo here, a photo of Milo there, a snap of us on the red carpet, watching Greg compete etc and if I mentioned being tired/worn out I’d get regular ‘yeah but you don’t know what it’s REALLY like/first world problems/oh are your diamond shoes too tight?’ messages. And honestly, I could be trolled all. day. long without so much as it bringing on a nervy poo but those comments always really stung. You can have all the gold medals (p.s I have none although I DO have a Customer Services Certificate I got from The Co-Op when I was 16 so get stuffed Greg), you can go to all the glam parties, travel 1st class, be on TV shows, have friends in high places, do things you’d never have even dreamed of doing but parenthood strips all that back. Granted, if you’re Mariah Carey or Kylie Jenner it probably doesn’t (although we don’t really KNOW), but for the most part, everyone is juggling and sweating and crying about being a really shite mum/dad that day, losing their cool, navigating a tantrum and fighting the battle, everyone’s just doing it under different circumstances. You might have a perk I don’t, I might have a perk you don’t but let’s not get it twisted; kids don’t care. I get the eye-rolly digs a lot less nowadays (is it because I always look a mess and Greg keeps talking about dead animals?) but honestly while I KNOW I’ve got that Co-op Customer Service Award, I STILL have to do two-kids-together-bath-and-bedtime so I really, really DO know what it’s like. Parenthood be parenthood.