It's true, user149.
It's the epitome of First World problems at times. I've lived here a long time but I've been around the block too and had my fair share of times and experiences that I hope has humbled me. Not so for many around here. Especially the ex -London types.
'I'm in a dilemma as now as I'm going to need the cleaner for x amount more hours, I have three children and the house is so big I'm far too busy but she isn't available!'
My cleaner comes three times a week, I don't work and have children, how can I possible have the time to clean'?
'I'm taking Arabella to a specialist for advice about her attitude and behaviour and paying £100 per hour - she is three years old and isn't doing what I ask first time'
'We're going to have to put the extension off our already extortionately huge house, for a year - we're taking Hugo out of the village school and going private as he's simply not getting on with his phonics and has made friends with undesirable children'- first half term of reception.
'I'm starting potty training with my youngest, I've bought £100 worth of equipment'
These are just some of the conversations I've been involved in recent weeks.
It's filled with a certain type of mum who over-fetishes and over obsesses over every tiny little detail of her children, believing that everything has to be seen to be 100% perfect or life is not worth living - because she can.