Thank the Lord, the Picasso-like poo painting has ceased and he is (most of the time) doing his business in the toilet. I think I may have let out a loud 'Halle-freaking-luljah'! Everyone take your places, life can now resume...or not. Because before long something else will hit and with four small children sometimes you can have multiple issues igniting all over the place like spot fires during a hot summer. I'm running around with a virtual fire extinguisher in my hands but it's just not doing the job. By the end of the day I'm exhausted and tired and sometimes when they are all tucked up in bed at night, I close my eyes and try not to cry.
|Yes Little H...PAPER!!|
You may also remember that Master F has a little thing for my bosoms. And despite assurances from everyone that he'll grow out of it, he still strokes them on a daily basis, often in public. I have repeated on many occasion that 'these are mummy's and they are private' but the little hand continues to slip in there before I can stop the surprise on people's faces. He tells me that he loves me a hundred times a day (I kid you not). The conversation goes like this:
|Drawing on paper (for once)|
M: I love you too.
F: You miss me when I'm at Kindy. I stay with you.
I adore his sweet affection but the constant clinginess and crying when he wants me, is doing my head in a bit and by the time his Kindy day rolls around, I am ready to have four limbs to myself no sneaky hands trying to make their way down my dress.
My two big girls have their things as well. Although we don't have the toddler behaviour battles, my big girls are proving to be no less tricky. My big girl is trying to find her place in the world and is discovering it's not always easy. My little girl is fighting for a piece of her mummy and is trying every bit of attention-seeking behaviour in the book. What am I doing? I'm running around trying to ensure they all get 'mummy time' and to ensure that I'm not missing anything major that's going on in their lives.
Having four kids is a bit ridiculous, I don't mind saying. It's constant and intense. I'm sorry for the whinge. You know I love them all like crazy, which is why I run myself around in circles trying to make sure they are all OK. Sometimes I eventually accept that sometimes they just aren't and there may not be a whole lot I can do about it.
|My cheeky monkeys|
Yes, I need to learn to relax a bit more, you know and live the saying, 'Keep Calm and Mother On' (I may have made that up).
Do you find it a challenge to keep on top of everything that's going on with your kids?