I've just discovered that a friend is a budding insta mum. Normally I avoid insta mums like the plague but because I've just found out my friend is one I've fallen down the rabbit hole of looking at her posts, and the posts of the other insta mums she is "inspired" and it's reminded me exactly why I dislike insta mum's so much. Their perky, gleaming haired, organic wooden toyed, tuff tray decorating antics are hard to swallow at the best of times but now they are down right vomit inducing. Surely this is not a realistic representation of motherhood. Why aren't they documenting the days when their children press all their buttons, the house looks like they have been burgled, and they are eyeing up the wine at 3 in the afternoon? Who has the time, energy or inclination to dye rice crispies with food colouring and make pictures of rainbows, flamingos and dancing hippos on the tuff tray? It's all just a bit much and it makes me mum's feel bad that they don't do that for their kids. How are the insta mum's still churning out this nauseating content during a time when a lot of mum's are finding it hard going and relentless? I realise that I'm being a bit unreasonable and I am in a grump today so finding out that my friend is an insta mum has tipped me over the edge.