Have you ever had to repaint an entire room because your daughter likes to draw on walls? Only to have her draw on the new paint within a matter of days? I have. Have you ever had to scrub another person’s bathroom because your other daughter didn’t quite make it in time, and thought the best idea was to smear it on the walls and toilet seat? I have. All I ever wanted was to be a mum. Turns out, it’s not quite what I imagined it to be. I’m not that perfectly dressed, refined mother who’s always portrayed on TV. No. That’s not me. I make mistakes. My children aren’t perfect. In fact, they can be downright devilish at times. And I have three of them. Three! What the hell was I thinking?