At this rate, I'm so far behind I will never die.
So says Calvin and Hobbes. And that's pretty much where I am right now. There is just so much to do, especially at this time of year, And even when it's not Christmas time, there's still three children to be clothed, fed and played with, cleaning to be done, sheets to be washed, floors to be mopped...the list goes on and on.
Add to that a night where I would have been lucky to get a hours consecutive sleep and I'm feeling pretty over whelmed. The children are usually not this bad. Amelia was awake three times overnight crying for mum, Alex was awake twice crying as well, and Zachary woke up at 5 20 am for a feed.
Nights like that I HATE being Mum and would happily chuck it all away...until the next time Amelia shouts 'I love you Mum!", Alex says "Mmmmmmmm" which means he wants a kiss and Zachary gives me a massive gummy smile.
In the end, no matter how hard having three small children might be a time, it's all worth it. A million times over.
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