1.
Every day
is laundry day, several times a day at that, and what the bottom of your
washing basket actually looks like is a distant memory. Furthermore there is a
real and very likely possibility that whatever clothes are actually stuck at
bottom of this basket have been outgrown by the child they belong to and in all
probability the one that comes after him/her too.
And it’s not just dirty clothes that you’re
drowning in. As the washing machine works overtime, the mountain of clean,
fresh smelling clothes builds up in your, wherever you store them, until you get
a chance to put them away. Building,
building, building waiting for your toddler to sneak past you in his mucky
wellies and recreate that scene from Peppa Pig “jumping up and down in muddy
puddles (of clean clothes)” minus the part where Mammy Pig rolls on the ground
laughing .
2.
You count how many children you have with you
when you leave the house and as you enter and leave all shops, parks and
elevators. You in all likelihood quickly check you have predominantly the right
gender and do a quick scan on hair colour
3.
You feel completely justified in not remembering
all of their names and believe your children should know who you mean when you
call “you” “whatyamacallit” or “whateveryournameis”.
4.
People count as you go by and frequently ask
“are they all yours? What do you drive? Have you not got a television? Are you
done?” and slightly less frequently (but have asked all the same )“are you
Miriam O’Callaghan?” and declare “you must be Catholic”.
5.
You have to motivate yourself to load them all
into the car because that task and locating the necessary, shoes, coats and
underpants takes longer than the reason you’re actually leaving the house.
6.
You have to label the toothbrushes because
toothbrushes only come in so many different colours and duplication is necessary. This is especially important if you need to
identify which toothbrush the three year old used to fish the breakfast waffle
out of the toilet.
7.
You watch reruns of the Waltons and find
yourself looking for tips on how to make mealtimes run more smoothly.
8.
You find that’s not the only thing that you’ve
taken from the Waltons and as you kiss them all goodnight you add in “Goodnight
Mary Ellen. Goodnight John Boy” just for good measure.
9.
No-one is quite sure how many children you
actually do have – just that you’ve “a load”
10.
In spite of the noise, mess, relentless workload
and constant battle with certain family members to wear underpants, when you
see them all together in a rare tranquil moment - you just can’t believe your
good luck.
All so true!
ReplyDeleteYears ago someone asked me while out shopping in Tesco " are they all ours?" MY answer? "No,I gathered up some of the neighbours kids too so we could have a right laugh "