Instagram gets to me, it gets me up and it gets me down.
When I'm in a terrible mood, the kids are being cray and we're stuck at home I'm clearly on Instagram looking at all the fun family outings people are having, it gets me down, it grinds my gears and pisses me off because I'm selfish and I wanna be having all the fun you guys!
Today I posted this picture 
Yay park fun! We're all so happy and we're out and we're having fun!
What no one knows (until now) is how Daisy was pissed at the sun and getting sleepy, that moments before we left, Seb smashed up his face, there was blood and snot and tears, that he has a massive fat lip and dried blood in his nose. That I felt like crap because I have a cold and mastitis that's slowly rearing it's ugly head but look guys we're out and we're playing at the park and the sun is shining and all the fun things.
The photos people choose to share are such a false representation of their life, yes that moment happened and we did have a fun hour out at the park but life isn't all fuzzy bunnies and rainbows, everyone has shitty days and it's okay. It's life, I just wish people could be real about it. Don't get me wrong, no one liked a Debbie downer but nothing pissed people off more then fakeness, give me the dirt, the good times and the bad, give me it all
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