Let’s just put it out there. Holidaying with your kids really sucks the big one. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’d rather eat my own earwax. Maybe even yours.
I’m probably breaking the mo code--or some bloody thing that I’m not supposed to say--lest we tarnish the veneer that is idyllic, cookie-cutter motherhood and incur the wrath of mummy mafia everywhere. You know who they are. They’re your local Bollinger Bolsheviks, social-media slacktivists, and Champagne socialists. They have secret handshakes and codewords to recognise each other like: #KickAss-Thrifty-Organised-Wholefood-Wellness-Fierce-SAHM-WAHM-Mama and #firstworldproblems. They wash it all down with a big cup of apple-cider sick and paleo protein balls then clean it all up afterwards with nothing but bicarb and vinegar. Pinterest has a lot to bloody answer for.
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