Kelly Pegg: Hands on dads don't have time for tiredness...

George and Amal Clooney. PIC: Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP

Hollywood Actor George Clooney says that he cries with tiredness at least four times a day whilst looking after his three-month-old twins.

This revelation comes as he’s pictured getting into a chauffeur driven car on his way for a big night out in LA partying with friends.

The majority of normal dads would be at home frantically trying to get their kids off to sleep and spend some time with the Mrs before getting some shuteye themselves.

There’s just not one part of me that feels sorry for Gorgeous George, in fact I find his admission an insult to every real hardworking dad out there.

Men, my hubby included, who work hard to provide for their family whilst trying to spend time with their kids, their partner and be hands on at home too.

I’m all for people being real and honest so others can relate and feel like like it’s not “just them” but when they’re a Hollywood star then I’m sorry life isn’t real and quite frankly neither are they.

I’m pretty certain the Clooneys have ‘help’ of some kind with their little darlings and naturally have a lot less worries than normal parents like you and I.

For a start George doesn’t need to worry about lousy paternity pay.

Also he is in a privileged position where unlike the average dad he can pick and choose when he wants to work.

I don’t believe for a second someone like George has a clue what it’s really like to be a hands on dad.

Real dads are the ones putting up playhouses in the pouring rain, getting up all hours of the night to help mum, trying to multi task even though us ladies say they can’t and generally just being all round heroes.

You won’t hear them complaining because they don’t have time!

Let’s not forget all the single dads out there who do everything on their own.

I have a friend who raised his two children single handedly for a number of years whilst working full time.

They are both lovely children who have a very special relationship with their dad.

He was fortunate enough to be well paid and he did have to hire someone to help with drop off and pick ups, something he’s very honest about.

There’s a dad at my daughter’s school who I see every morning when I take Ava-Lilly.

His daughter is four; she’s recovering from a brain tumour and has lost all her hair so she wears a pretty straw hat.

I watch them holding hands as they walk through the school gates and no doubt he is cherishing every second, pinching himself that his little girl has come through the other side.