5am. It's still dark outside.
Hit snooze, hit snooze again.
But it's not the alarm, it's the kids.
They're dressing the cat up in a purple tutu.
And I'm hiding in the bathroom, messaging HELP to my friends.
We may be more slummy mummys than yummy mummys, but we're in it together, taking on motherhood one day at a time. But with hot single dads, PTA pressure and kids who are determined to drive us round the twist, can we...