I feel like all I ever say to people is “Don’t assume everything is great because someone posts their kick ass life all over Facebook”. Social Media is amazing at bringing people together, finding old friends and reconnecting but it’s also brilliant at hiding behind pictures of happy times. I love photos, I love that they all hold a story, they all hold a memory and they’re an important imprint of that moment in your life. I have been so guilty of being that person who posts the good stuff, I might have 15 photos of the kids crying, throwing tantrums or me telling Steve to get rid of the bogey hanging out of his nose, but the snapshot I’ve uploaded in the past have shown a perfect moment we’ve managed to capture, but life isn’t perfect. No one’s life is! We can all say our husbands are amazing, they buy our sanitary towels in Superdrug, buy flowers once a month, and run a bath for you with candles lit … but that’s a snapshot, the rest of the time they’re interrupting your candle lit bath to pull the shower curtain over and taking a dump. We have no idea what we do by posting the ‘best bits’ to that person who is desperately striving for ‘what we’ve got’ and wondering how they keep getting it wrong? Why do her kids always look so well dressed? They’re always smiling, they always take their kids out for fun days out, their husband is always taking her out for dinner. Chances are that Mum put her kids in 3 outfits before she managed to get that gorgeous Photo of them looking pristine! They’re always smiling for the photos because Mum has bribed her kids with sweets if they sit their nicely! They take their kids out on days out because Dad works away all the time and they’re barely get any other time together! Her husband always takes her out for dinner because their marriage is going through a rough patch and they’re trying to make it work in spending more alone time together!
I always show my happiness through Instagram and Facebook but actually my life isn’t all roses and fairies dancing in circles. Toby wouldn’t leave me alone, he kept crying and crying and Elliott was asking for a drink, I was making dinner, I was trying to have a drink myself and I lost it. I really lost it! I shouted so loudly at Toby because I had absolutely had it. I was trying to juggle too many things and they all came crashing down. I made me cry because I scared him. This photo is Toby sitting alone, waiting for me to finish dinner because I lost my cool and I didn’t do the good mum thing and drop everything else for him This is me not having my shit together, this is me being a Mum who took a photo of her son looking alone, looking a little lost because he just didn’t understand why Mummy shouted so loud. This is a snapshot of a time when my day wasn’t so great and actually it’s okay for you to see that. I don’t mind that you see a photo that looks cute, but the story behind it is so very different. We all have those photos but a lot of the time we don’t tell the story behind it! Why? It’s actually okay to upload the shit times and you’ll probably be amazed at how many people join you in saying “thank God I’m not alone!”.
Fuck you Fairytale, hello Real Life, I accept you with open arms.