The daft thing is we all know what she will have done this weekend:
Saturday - park, soft play, watching Lawson creating a masterpiece, ignoring Otherson, Fopps trying on a few blazers and possibly pretending to be going out with friends.
Sunday - pretending to have had a wine last night yet still up at the crack of dawn, photos of new trainers with some hideous leggings, boys at some sort of fair or another soft play with Fopps wearing something white and flammable, pretending to be out for food with fake handbag in every shot, posts about drawing the line tomorrow.
Monday - little kickers and then straight to the gym crèche. Posts about digging deeper and looking at your inner self. Possibly a tuna vomlit for lunch.
She definitely must be bored of this shit!