Instagram life isn’t real life.

Wake up at 05:30

Head to the gym to do strength training

Lovingly dress my two year old and put in her pigtails, ready for a lovely day at creche.

Desk at 0815 and 2 black coffees, whilst my four year old son plays on the farm with his granda

I focus on the most important things

My content is created for weeks, sometimes months in advance

I have flawless client meetings

Go for a long, thought provoking walk before doing some deep work on the needle movers in my business

Lovingly prepare my son’s lunch before getting him dressed for pre-school, where I bring him there and collect him, stopping off for a snack in a lovely cafe on the way home

I do my calls with clients and leads during those two hours, each going perfectly

Then cook a meal from scratch, for us all to enjoy together

We eat, we chat, we play with the kids

And after a beautiful hour of reading books in front of the fire, we brush our teeth and head off to bed, loving every moment of life

The reality…

I might achieve all that once a week. Sometimes twice

What really happens is:

I slide out of bed like a ninja, treading so gently on the floorboards so that they don’t creak and wake Rebecca. Who I swear can feel my body heat leaving her bed that I must have gotten into at some point during the night

Groggily pull on my glasses, throw on my gym gear, scrape my hair back and not so gently shake my husband to tell him I am away

I work out, building my pitiful strength day by day, watching others lift 3X the weight that I do

Race home, shower, teeth, then start my daily battle of trying to get any sort of clothes on to my two year old. Ones that are the perfectly perfect shade of pink. The right socks, because heaven forbid the stars that she wanted on her socks yesterday are similar today

Finally get her clothes on, a brush raked through her crazy curls and wrestle her like some sort of calve to get her teeth brushed

Back down the road again, drop her off and YAY I am at my desk at 0815

Answer the 400 slack messages that came in during the night. Dreaming of getting to that deep work of working on my own business

Get my inbox back to zero; a true non negotiable each day

Speak with my team, keeping all ships sailing in the right direction

I throw (another) ham sandwich in front of Jack saying hurry hurry we are going to be late, as I thank goodness that Granda has offered to do the school run (again)

Do 2 calls

Realise that I forgot to take the dinner out of the freezer

We are out of spuds

Quick text to hubbie; get spuds

Hop on a coaching call

Hubby collects Rebecca, and I make sure that dinner is on the table 0.12 seconds after she gets home

Pray they eat something that resembles food. Negotiate like a hostage taker

Wonder how I went from thinking I was going to be superstrict as a parent, to this

Watch iggle piggle again

Jammies on, wrestle a calve again trying to brush teeth

Answer client slack messages and.. We made it

Collapse in bed, ready to do it all tomorrow

Instagram life isn’t real life. What do you think?