Mom life unfiltered

Mom Life Unfiltered: The Bits Instagram Doesn’t Show

You know those perfect Instagram moms — the ones with spotless homes, smiling kids, and matching pyjamas? Yeah… I can’t relate.

If you’ve ever scrolled through your feed at 10 p.m. while surrounded by laundry, empty snack wrappers, and the faint smell of something definitely off, wondering how everyone else is thriving — this one’s for you.

Because here’s the truth: real mom life isn’t filtered, it’s fuzzy.
It’s messy, loud, sticky, exhausting, and sometimes beautiful in the weirdest, most chaotic way.

The Mornings That Deserve an Award (and a Nap)

Instagram shows cute breakfast setups and smiling kids in coordinated clothes.
Reality? Someone’s crying because their cereal is too milky, another can’t find a shoe, and you’re trying to drink cold coffee while yelling, “We’re already late!”

There are no soft-focus filters for school-run chaos. Just you, your wild crew, and a prayer that no one’s forgotten their lunch box (again).

The House That Never Sleeps (or Stays Clean)

Let’s talk about the mythical “clean home.”
If you have kids, it doesn’t exist.

You can tidy one room — ONE — and by the time you turn around, it looks like a small hurricane passed through. The crumbs multiply like gremlins, someone’s spilled something “mysterious,” and you’ll find socks in places socks should never be.

My house smells like a mix of Febreze, chicken nuggets, and mild despair — and honestly, I’m fine with that.

The Moments Between the Smiles

Instagram shows giggles, cuddles, and picture-perfect family days.
What it doesn’t show? The meltdowns, the arguments, the endless repetition of “please just brush your teeth.”

It doesn’t show you standing in the kitchen, questioning everything because today was hard — and no one clapped for you for simply getting through it.

But here’s the thing: those in-between moments? That’s where the real love lives.
The hugs after the tears. The little “I love you, Mom” whispered out of nowhere. The tiny, ordinary moments that make all the chaos somehow worth it.

You Don’t Need to Look Perfect to Be Doing Great

I used to think everyone else had it together — the perfect homes, perfect hair, perfect everything.
Then I realised: no one does. They just don’t post the chaos.

So if you’re sitting in yesterday’s hoodie, surrounded by laundry, eating a biscuit you found in your handbag — congratulations, you’re doing amazing.

Motherhood isn’t meant to look perfect. It’s meant to be lived. Messy, loud, chaotic, real.

💬 The Realest Part?

There’s beauty in the madness.
There’s strength in every exhausted sigh.
And there’s comfort in knowing you’re not the only one Googling “how to remove slime from curtains” at midnight.

So here’s to the unfiltered bits — the crumbs, the cuddles, the chaos.
Because that’s the stuff Instagram could never capture anyway.