I really don’t want this to misconstrued as a moaning post, so I should start up by saying that I love my big family to bits and really wouldn’t have it any other way..
And there had to be a but..
Sometimes, it really is hard work!
Don’t get me wrong, I never expected it to be anything but and I truly wouldn’t have it any other way. When you have a brood of four, so many people say “Oh, I don’t know how you manage with that many children blah blah blah..” And for the most part, you just brush it off and play it down. But then on the not so good days, and I don’t believe anyone doesn’t have those days, I sit down and think “No, I don’t know how I manage either..”
Some days, it truly feels like I scrape through by the skin of my teeth rather than actually manage. But I’m sure many could say the same whether they have one child or a dozen, right?
I love school holidays. Not just because of the lazier mornings (let’s face it, having four children means that it can never be truly lazy but not having the rush of the school run certainly makes it easier.) But I love having them all at home. I love spending time together. Although when you are trying to entertain children with such huge age differences, there are always going to be fall-outs. There is nothing like the clash of toddler temper tantrums with the pre-teen hormonal screaming matches. It sounds like a madhouse, and sometimes, it really is just that! I sometimes think that half term comes along to keep those broody feelings at bay because four children really is enough! Not that I am completely convinced of that. But I guess that is another rambling post for another day..
I don’t get any help as such when it comes to babysitting etc, my family aren’t too forthcoming on that front I’m afraid. So for the most part, it is just the six of us. With me being the stay at home parent of course the main brunt of the childcare naturally falls on me and for the most part, I am so run off my feet that I don’t have time to give it a second thought as to just how hard it can be. But there are times when it all just feels pretty relentless. My youngest two still don’t always sleep through the night which is physically exhausting! I can count the number of full nights sleep I’ve had in the last five years on one hand, I swear! For the most part, you just get on with it of course, but on other days, those not so good days, I could just crawl up and sleep for a week in the constantly overflowing laundry basket.
There’s my next point. The housework. I am far from being a perfect housewife, trust me! But trying to keep the house tidy when you are surrounded by little people who are intent on turning it upside down is just never-ending! I seem to spend my days taking everything upstairs that should be downstairs, and downstairs what should be upstairs. Between the four of them (and sometimes Daddy can be just as bad..) they literally turn the house upside down on a daily basis. And I put it back together again. Of course, only the things that you haven’t done get noticed, not the other hundred things that you have done. And I am the only person who ever knows where anything is. Or can stack the dishwasher properly. Or feed the cat. Or can put laundry in the basket not in a pile at the side of the basket. Or replenish empty toilet rolls. You get the picture.
But do you know what? I am thankful that I have more good days than not so good. The good days help you to get through the not so good days. I really do mean it when I say that.
I wouldn’t change a thing.
Sometimes I can’t believe just how lucky I am to have my lovely brood.*
*Cue cheesy music. Sick bags are available upon request.