I’m on the bandwagon this year. I started watching Love Island from the very beginning and it is escapism at it’s absolute finest. I just love how ridiculous it is. I’ve even recruited my husband and he didn’t need too much convincing as you can imagine...

• They NEVER get to finish a meal. Like they have a few forkfuls and someone is crying or arguing which interrupts the eating. SAME.
• Have you seen that wake-up call? They all literally jump up out of bed with the sheer confusion of a person who doesn’t really know what happened last night and isn’t quite sure who is in the bed with them. I hear ya! 
• The intense moments where they vote each other out of the villa resembles the nightly decision that my child makes as to who will do the bed-time story – Mammy or Daddy. It’s intense and you just never really know whose name he is about to say.
• Lying on a bean bag solving the world's problems. I find myself regularly lying on the floor, couch or bed pondering about all the things I should be doing around the house.
• GOT A TEXT. It’s usually a Just Eat code or a reminder to put the bins out but it’s a bit thrilling all the same.
• They walk around in their underwear all day. OK, so this one isn’t me but does a four-year-old count?
• Contestants make their own breakfast but lunch and dinner are provided for them. We’ve reached the glorious stage in life where the kids can now make cereal. They’re officially dining like Islanders. Sloppy kisses are an everyday occurrence in the Villa. In this house, they come from my kids but are just as common.