get a bloody clue Nicola!!!! stop faking what a hard day you've had, if it was half as hard as you moan about you wouldn't be eye fucking yourself n the car preening your hair......you'd be doing what people really do you know when its really hard, scoffing far too much (not quark, beetroot, philly light or mug cakes) pouring a big glass of alcohol, sobbing in the shower and telling yourself tomorrow will be easier before standing over your sleeping angels feeling like your heart will burst with love wondering how when they look like perfect little darlings they made you want to pull your own eyelashes out for some relief!
I have twins, had the genuine hard days when I had them all alone from hubby leaving at 4am to coming home at 5pm and it was hard work, she has no clue, her hard days mean one didn't know what yellow was and the other slept for six minutes short of her plan. She is relatable to no one, never will be, go jump in a jelly pot and stay there.