Like a scab that can’t be left alone I follow someone on twitter that I shouldn’t. We are complete opposites but we are both mothers.
She does nothing but boast about her child. To be fair she works hard to give him the best. He goes to a good nursery, has his name down for private school, has beautiful toys and clothes.
I’m a stay at home mum of two. I run myself equally ragged but cooking, cleaning, taking trips to the park and dreaming up messy activities.
She goes to gigs, concerts, weekend breaks in Europe and has membership of a private club. I arrange playdates, go swimming, take trips on the tube with my train-mad son and get to meet the likes of Upsy Daisy, Alvin and the Chipmunks and Paula Radcliffe.
I blog and tweet about my children because I’m proud of the little things they do. I want to share and equally remember. Why do her tweets seem so boastful and over exaggerated? Is her 18 month old really counting to 20, just like he said his first word at 4 months, whilst my son is only just stringing two or three words together? Can her son really ride a bike whilst my son loves his 3in1 scooter?
Does it really matter or is it just showing off to compensate for the fact she’s chosen to work full time? I’m not sure why it bothers me so much. I know I’m probably a bit jealous. My clothes are milk splattered, my tummy is saggy, and I can’t walk across the carpet without standing on a piece of Lego. For sanity’s sake I’ve deleted her from my twitter account. I figured life is too short.