In my head…

I am a super organised, immaculately dressed domestic goddess. I have a spotless house, a perfectly behaved toddler, a baby that sleeps all night and hair that stays where I put it.

In reality…

I forget stuff ALL the time. I wear what is clean and not too creased. My house is (more often than not) a death trap due to duplo and stuffed toys. My toddler sometimes has tantrums but mostly is a good girl, and we’re working on the sleep thing with the baby. And my hair? Pfffff.

Life is crazy. Good job I’m not entirely sane really.