A family with five children is always going to be hectic. I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for and I live for everything it brings me, yet today was one of those days!
I woke up late getting everything off on the wrong foot. Rushed breakfasts and missing clothes always create stress for all of us.
After finally getting out of the house and dropping the older ones off to school I pull up at home realising number two still had my house key meaning I was locked out with number five screaming for juice.
Bundled back in the car I collect a spare from my Mother taking the telling off for needing to be more organised!
Handbag collected and food shop surprisingly easily done we set off to get number four. He happily skipped out of nursery until the reality of swimming lessons kicked it and he turned into the child from hell! Screaming, refusing to move until finally launching a huge pot of yogurt at my back covering me and the entire hallway.
He had won as we now had no time to get out and make it to the class in time.
Housework was then the plan for the rest of the afternoon which took twice as long due to number four creating a path of distrution in every room he went into.
Peppa pig flying out the window and a whole load of batteries thrown down the toilet were just two of the things I had to contend with.
With a vaguely clean house I get started on the dinner. An unnerving silence filled the house so I went to investigate and found the boys trying to devour an entire multipack of crisps I had just bought.
Crisps removed they managed to get into number three’s room and cover their faces with her favourite Zoella lip gloss.
Lip gloss smoothed over to try and prevent a melt down from number three I made my way to the gym for a few minutes of peace.
My stress relief was short lived as I returned to a nappy less two year old that had pooed his way up the entire staircase just in the perfect position for number four to the walk it through the entire house!
After this horrendous day I’m sitting her now reflecting on everything that has gone on and I have come to this conclusion.
Raising children is a little like childbirth-you go through this massively, stressful and painful time that is forgotten within minutes when you are handed your beatiful bundle of joy.
Parenting is similar as you spend many hours slogging away and dealing with massively stressful situations and then the little angels do something so wonderful and heart wrenching that everything they have put you through is forgotten, well most things!
