I wrote this post for another blog and it caused all kinds of reactions. Here it is for my blog.
I am a mum and I am addicted to Instagram. I always have a spotless house with fresh flowers and a funny story to tell. I am what is known as an instamum.
Why am I so blissfully happy to live my life through social media?
Well I thought you’d never ask.
For me, being a very unmumsy mum left me isolated. I didn’t fit in at parent and child groups, my head is too small for the ‘mum bun’ and I’m not great with other people’s children. In fact I feel like I’m giving children the come on when I’m all ‘aren’t you adorable, do you play here often? Maybe you can come and play at my house’ My social awkwardness extends to all ages.
So while isolated and sat at home I started my Instagram. I started to see that not all mums knew what they were doing. Not all mums wanted to just talk about bottle or breast and which is best. Some mums still wanted to drink prosecco and talk about how fit Pete from Towie is. I found mums that I admired, ones that I related to and started to build virtual friendships.
My youngest son Sonny likes to poo in the bath. (He also takes the time to poo in garden too but at least that can be blamed on the dog) I was mortified. How do you scrape soggy poo out of a roll top? I was too posh to push and now I feel like this is some divine payback. I shared this story through my Instagram only to find out that children are poo fanatics and the bath tub was actually not original. I think there is something special about finding other mums with children who shit in the bath. It’s a niche friendship requirement but a requirement nonetheless.
Slowly I made such great connections that these people became real life friends. I feel very smug sitting here saying I’ve made amazing mum friends without attending the dreaded playgroups.
The other reality of being an instamum is that your standards have to be high. I love to clean and be in a clean environment however the pressure is real. Never before have I had such motivation for the perfect crease in my cushions and a candle lit at all times. This might sound like your idea of hell. For me it means I cant spiral into the no make up and joggers mum that is so desperate to get out. I have to be the person I aspire to be and that pretty empowering. So for me that’s why being an insta mum is so fantastic. That and the excuse for fresh flowers in every room.