I'm a self confessed, social media addict. Like Carrie Bradshaw in Manolo Blahnik, give me the social medianisms in any form, I can't get enough... FaceyB, Twitter, Instagram, Blogs... I have spent hours, weeks, years of my life that I will never ever get back, trawling through useless information and generally being nosey. My hubby hates it. My friend Fiona and I talk like we know celebrities when we discuss their weekly shenanigans. He shakes his head in despair and most likely questions what he's married! Again, I think this stems back to how resourcefully I use my time... Oops!
We've all been there, if you say you haven't I don't know how you sleep at night!!!! Where you've been on Instagram and clicked on that little looking glass! "discover people" you've clicked on someone who knows your work friend and before you know it you've click, click, clicked and ended up on your work friends, friends, sisters, boyfriends, cousins, next door neighbours, ex wives, step daughters page...
I'm sucked in to the insta-hype of perfect lives, houses fit for show homes, cake making for fun extraordinaires and mums that drop their mum tums in 3 weeks. As my rested bitch face looks like a slapped backside I lure myself in to this false sense of hope that this will one day be me. LOLZ. There's as much chance of that happening as me becoming housewife/domesticated goddess of the year (insert laughing emoji)
I find myself following insta-famous locals that I forget I don't actually know when I see them in town, shabby chic house design ideas which I'll never attempt making and handmade kids clothes and accessories based in Australia which I'll never buy from cause they don't ship to the UK!!!
2 kids, a pooch & a husband that works 6 days a week, I envy those #flatlay outfit mums, in our house in a morning it's what ever you can get away with without ironing or which can be ironed (on one side only) the quickest!
However I feel I am doing myself an injustice! My little urchins always look the business, maybe slightly crumpled and my husband would confirm I have a slight (meaning big) shopping addiction. They start the day looking like semi-catalogue kids; the end of the day is a different matter! No ones ever quick enough to post the "after pics" though, except me! What's not to love about a 4 year old that's been rolling round in mud and hair looks like he's had a minor shock!
Haters gonna hate, my names Mrs H and I'm an instagreen eyed monster!!!
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