Oh Pinterest, how I love you. But I also hate you.
Do you not realise that I have packing/cleaning/small(ish) children/cooking to do?
You must stop teasing me and distracting me from real life and making me think that I can live in a pure white house wearing floaty clothes and eating delicious food with Daniel.
It must stop.
I am going away for a while and when I return I insist you do not contact me.
I am sorry it has to be this way but it is over.
Farewell my love.