This is going to come as a bit of a surprise to you.
I know – it is a worrying concept to get your mind around.
But listen – I am not Supermum.
Or even, Superwoman.
No – really.
And – what is even more shocking, and believe me when I say that I don’t want to offend you – neither are you.
Shall I tell you how I know?
Because, unless you fell to earth from a planet far far away, locked in a crystal capsule and wearing spandex, you are human. Just like me.
Which is good for us really, because it means we are allowed to make mistakes. To not be perfect. To need help occasionally. To get grouchy with the husband and the kids. To shout at your own mum (she will understand, she isn’t supermum either!). To scowl at your in-laws. To be late, have a messy house, forget to iron the school uniform until Monday morning, lose the remote and eat chocolate for lunch sometimes.
Seriously, it’s written down in a rule book somewhere.
Isn’t that a relief to know?