With the click of a mouse, a photo of our 鈥榩erfect鈥� little family standing in front of our 鈥榩erfect鈥� Christmas tree was online for all to see.

Molly, 6, and Zoe, 4, looked adorable in their coordinating dresses with their itty-bitty dimples flashing 鈥� heck, even Tucker was one dapper dog in his proper tuxedo.

Next, I posted a photo from our day out at The Nutcracker.

My darling daughters were perfectly poised in their seats, with their little hands folded, neatly, on their teeny-tiny laps.

Again, it appeared to be a Hallmark moment to anyone logged onto Facebook.

But that鈥檚 the onscreen version, where reality is cropped and filtered.

What happened behind the lens of our holiday highlight reel is a whole other Christmas story 鈥� one filled with meltdowns, an unruly pup and a mild hangover.

After a late-night Christmas party with friends, my husband, Jason, and I were feeling about as green as our undecorated tree the next morning.

We would have loved to sleep away the 鈥榳ine-flu,鈥� but it was time to face a day of festive fun with our little ones.

Two Advils and two strong cups of coffee later, we were good to go. However, our two early risers had other plans.

鈥淚鈥檓 not wearing this dress, I want Molly鈥檚 dress 鈥� she always gets to wear the prettier one,鈥� declared Zoe, pointing an accusing finger at her big sis.

鈥淪he always gets whatever she wants, she鈥檚 not wearing it this time,鈥� said Molly, running down the hall, glittery garment clutched tightly against her chest.

Time was ticking; being late for the ballet wasn鈥檛 an option.

After settling the issue of wardrobe, we arrived at our destination with just minutes to spare.

鈥淚 have to pee.鈥�

鈥淚鈥檓 hungry.鈥�

鈥淚 want to go home NOW!鈥�

I鈥檓 not sure who said what, but my head was spinning 鈥� the previous evening鈥檚 over indulgence probably didn鈥檛 help.

鈥淚s this candy?鈥� asked Zoe, fishing a Tampon out of my purse and flailing it around for all to see.

Red faced and flustered, I bribed my feisty preschooler with a stick of gum to keep quiet.

Our tree trimming later that afternoon wasn鈥檛 exactly a Norman Rockwell moment either.

鈥淕ive that back!鈥� screamed Molly, chasing our pup upstairs. He had a 鈥榖aby鈥檚 first Christmas鈥� ornament clenched firmly in his mouth.

鈥淭ucker pooped in my room, AGAIN,鈥� yelled Zoe, who joined the chase, crushing a Christmas ball in her path.

A few tantrums over who got to hang what and a shoddy job of Duck-taping our angel鈥檚 wings back on 鈥� yeah, thanks for that Tucker 鈥� and we were finally done.

鈥淟et鈥檚 take a family photo in front of the tree,鈥� I said, running to the mirror to put on some lipstick.

Daddy hates playing photographer 鈥� this day was no exception.

鈥淗urry up, football is on!鈥� he said, impatiently checking his watch.

Two potty breaks, a change of tights and a dozen clicks later, we finally had our photo鈥� well, kinda.

First, there was a little cropping to cut out the mess beside the tree that we failed to tidy beforehand.

Oh, and let鈥檚 not forget the filters. Who needs cucumbers on their eyes or Botox when you can get rid of the bags and crows feet with just one little click?

Sometimes I feel like I live two lives 鈥� one online, one off.

If one were to show up at our doorstep unannounced, I鈥檇 probably turn off the lights and hide.

Heaven forbid you catch a glimpse our messy kitchen, my wild hair and unruly children.

The day of our tree trimming and ballet left me feeling defeated and drained, but you鈥檇 never know it if we were Facebook friends.

Later that night, I slumped onto the couch having a pity party for one 鈥� the sad fete wouldn鈥檛 last long.

Two tiny dancers pirouetted down the stairs to drag me out of my festive funk.

鈥淲e had the best day mom,鈥� said Zoe, doing a little spin.

鈥淚 love our family days,鈥� chimed Molly.

Both of my girls were dancing while humming the theme tune from The Nutcracker.

There was no indication that I failed to provide them with the 鈥榩erfect鈥� day of holiday fun.

As I watched them dance around the living room, I realized life is imperfectly perfect behind the scenes of our clan鈥檚 holiday highlight reel.

I was tempted to pull out my iPhone and capture the moment on video, but decided to keep that one for myself.

Plus, there was that massive basket of unfolded pink laundry that would have been right in the shot. Unfortunately, there鈥檚 no app for folding that endless heap.

Kristyl Clark is a work-at-home-mom and founder of the family blogazine, ValleyMom.ca. Follow her on Twitter @shesavalleymom.