perfect mother

Last night I went to the premier of Bad Moms.   Written by the guys who wrote hangover, it’s a send up with the message ‘we are all bad moms – so don’t judge.’ We all try hard to make it look as though we have out shit together, but really under it all we are like ducks – floating above the pond but paddling like crazy underneath to keep afloat.…

In those simple days BC (before child) you were completely clear about your personal style – organised? Relaxed? Go with the flow? Neat freak? Messy? Social? Private? Now, it seems there is so much pressure to live up to some unattainable ‘perfect mummy’ image that you feel completely overwhelmed and your personal style seems more of a hindrance…