It is a lot of work. There is a lot of work to do.
My days start early and finish late.
|Liddy and Tilly wearing the Oliver+S Music Class set|
2-3 hours with washing in/out, ironed and put away.
Not to mention that general pick up of children's droppings.
Shoes, books and toys, all the trimmings.
After-school activities, pick ups and drop offs.
Working Bees and meetings for said activities.
The biggest job is also my favourite.
Listening, answering questions, giving advice but listening is so important.
Last night was hard.
I was tired, so tired.
I had washed and ironed. I had cooked a hot lunch and a hot tea. There was a last minute request for baking for a meeting that night. There was pick up and a quick discussion about up and coming events.
I was shattered.
I served up tea, and said 'I want half an hour of quiet, please don't talk to me unless it is very important'
And I went and lay down.
I got five minutes.
One by one, children wandered through my room.
'Excuse me Mummy.....'
Obviously, each child saw their sibling go so felt they could too.
I dealt with the first three, and then I lost it.
They got told to rack off and let me rest.
I feel asleep within minutes.
Fast forward 1/2 hour. I awake refreshed..... but feeling very guilty.
I came out to a spotless kitchen, the Littles were bathed and reading books.
The Biggies were doing their homework.
Before I could say anything they chorused 'Sorry Mummy'
That was what I was going to say.
'No Mum, you asked for a break, we should have waited'
Tears from me, hugs from them.
Big families are bloody hard work.
Best job in the world.
PS Details about the Little outfits here