Incase you’ve ever wondered about the definition of irony, let me suggest it’s this:
Having the illustrious Mumsnet – Mumsnet, oh my! – name you as their blogger of the week, describing you thusly:
“From telecommuting to mummyblogging, this working mum’s clued up about today’s parenting debates. Meet a blogger who’s sassy, stressed – but still smiling.”
… Then utterly losing your marbles at bath-time and banishing both kids to bed without stories.
I didn’t even brush their teeth.
It was that bad.
Sassy and smiling?
So ironic it hurts.