This Mum Is The Funniest Thing On Instagram (And You Might Know Her Already!)

If there is anything we love more than wine slushies and baby names over here at HerFamily HQ, it is mums keeping it real when it comes to just what a headwreck parenthood can be at times. Because let's face it, much as we love love love our littles and are always looking for a pause button to let us linger in these glorious days a little longer, life with young kids definitively has its manic (crazy, pull-your-hairr-out) moments too. A lot of them. Which is why we are so in love with UK mum Katie Kirby and her Hurrah for Gin drawings (and blog) that really seem to capture how we all feel some days. And now we have also discovered Katie's Instagram – and let's just say this; you NEED to check it out. Because hurrah for gin. And wine. And sarcasm. And sass. And pretty much anything else than can keep us sane in this craziness that is motherhood. Read and weep (with laughter), mamas:

This is Mummy's most favouritest place! Stop ruining it for me!!

A photo posted by Katie - Hurrah For Gin (@hurrah4gin) on Aug 25, 2016 at 9:35am PDT

I literally have a permanent headache. A photo posted by Katie - Hurrah For Gin (@hurrah4gin) on Aug 11, 2016 at 11:03am PDT

And then one day Mummy Pig decided she had had enough. She had had enough of Daddy Pig with his lazy bastard ways, his snoring and his stuffing his big fat fucking tummy full of cake like a pointless all-season version of Father Christmas. She had had enough of her simpleton son George and his ability to burst into tears on demand about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and his inability to speak any actual words other than ‘Dinosaur’ which he says about 627 times a day despite being of pre-school age. The bloody Idiot. And she had had more than enough of Peppa – her selfish, conceited, tinny whiney voiced, patronising, know-it-all little twat of a daughter. So she booked tickets to a trendy music festival and loaded the camper van up with a whole case of Sauvignon Blanc, enough vodka to kill a small horse and a wide selection of mind altering drugs. ‘You can have beans and toast for tea!’ she yelled at her confused family as she sped off into the sunset ‘I’ll come back when you all stop being such wankers!’

A photo posted by Katie - Hurrah For Gin (@hurrah4gin) on Aug 3, 2016 at 10:06am PDT

Reasons to be grateful. 1. It's Friday. 2. Got treats! 3. A four year old shouted 'shut up motherfucker!' In my face at soft play. 4. The above kid was someone else's :) 5. The husbands out tonight so I have aromatic hoisin duck and doughnuts from saino's for dinner. 6. No washing up! 7. Am going to spend this evening watching an abundance of car crash TV without anyone sighing and saying 'I can't believe you actually like this crap!' 8. Looking forward to reading Look magazines headline feature 'Cheryl's Revenge!' 9. Number 8 may have been a lie. 10. The kinder surprises were actually relatively decent meaning no one had a shit fit about their toy #winning 11. Survived a week of school holidays without killing anybody 12. Actually quite enjoyed it. 13. *75% of it 14. *Apart from Monday which had an enjoyment factor of approx 10%. 15. My kids might get up too early, be a bit too loud/feral/wayward but they make me so proud every day and I wouldn't change a single thing about them. 16. I'm having a tea time gin because I'M WORTH IT. Happy weekend people thank you, genuinely, for being such an incredibly funny and supportive community x A photo posted by Katie - Hurrah For Gin (@hurrah4gin) on Jul 29, 2016 at 11:03am PDT

It is 8.17pm. Mummy has been lying on the carpet willing her small child to go to sleep for approximately 1hr and 8 minutes. By rights the child should be tired because she hasn't napped today. However her eyes remain wide and wild almost like she has been taking recreational drugs. Usually Mummy passes this special time by looking up celebrity gossip on her phone but tonight she has made the rookie error of letting it run out of battery. Instead she is left with her own dark thoughts. Her mind starts to run through all the things she used to do with her evenings before she was confined to her child's bedroom floor. Going out for a drink, maybe some dinner, chatting with friends, having friends, having interesting things to talk about... It is now 8.47pm, she has cramp in her left leg, but if she moves before the child is properly asleep she will go absolutely ballistic. People assure her things will get better but Mummy has bought 137 books on sleep training and they have all been fucking useless. Mummy now spends her money on gin, expensive eye cream and extra sessions at nursery.

A photo posted by Katie - Hurrah For Gin (@hurrah4gin) on Jul 27, 2016 at 12:27pm PDT

I love Friday nights they're so... crazy! A photo posted by Katie - Hurrah For Gin (@hurrah4gin) on Jul 8, 2016 at 11:00am PDT

This is what I call a Zero Fucks Dinner. It’s best served at the end of a long week although any crappy day will do. It can be anything you like but I find beige stuff from the freezer is most effective. The point of the Zero Fucks Dinner is that although it lacks any real nutritional value, some days you just really can’t be doing with begging other people to eat. Some days it’s nice to see smiles on your children’s faces as they sit at the table and some days you don’t want a plate of fish pie lobbed at your head in disgust. You should not feel at all guilty about occasionally serving up a Zero Fucks Dinner because that’s why it’s called a Zero Fucks Dinner. Just sit back, relax and enjoy a stress free mealtime. Your sanity IS important. P.S. It also goes pretty well with a glass of wine. That’s for you. Don’t waste good Sauvignon Blanc on kids.

A photo posted by Katie - Hurrah For Gin (@hurrah4gin) on Jun 10, 2016 at 10:28am PDT

Sometimes when I say FML people say oooh what does that mean?! This is what it means. It means exactly this. A photo posted by Katie - Hurrah For Gin (@hurrah4gin) on Apr 17, 2016 at 5:07am PDT