The day I felt like a good mum.

How many times a day do you compare yourself to other mothers? I do it all the time.
I find myself admiring a mother who looks immaculate,  and their kids look immaculate and I think to myself that they must really have their shit together.
 I'll have the odd day here and there where I wear a really nice outfit that actually matches. Ill do my hair and make up and then walk around like a fucking boss. I might even get a cookbook out and make caviar or courgette gratin or whatever. Then after a long day I'll realise that Olivia still had a tantrum, Delilah's shit still exploded from her nappy and my husband didn't actually notice my attempt to look like Kim Kardashian.
 Im a scruff bag with zero fashion sense, who sometimes forgets to wipe chocolate spread from her childs face before she goes to nursery. I can't cook potatoes in any form and housework is not my forte.
 Just as I start to think that I'll probably never win an award for the world's best mum, this happens:

Olivia is playing sleepovers with all her toys and lion has a hard time squeezing into one of livs nighties. She then spends the next few minutes trying to make him feel better. Livs words: " aw babes are you OK? Sometimes you are chubby but its OK because we are all best friends"

That moment made me feel like a good mum.
These are the moments to look out for. The small moments that are so easy to miss, that tell you that you're doing OK. You're child is just fine, even if you haven't brushed her hair for five days and she had biscuits for breakfast.
Chin up you bloody supermum!
Kelsey x