You know…there seem to be two extremes of families with many children. Families that have great systems in place and are very organized, and families that try to establish these systems, only to be thwarted constantly.
Guess which one we are?
I love being with my kids. Even when they’re driving me mad, I adore them. I’m honestly happier now than I’ve been in years, and have zero desire to work anywhere else. (Though I also have zero problem with OTHER women working outside the home, just to clarify. I definitely don’t think I’m a better mother, or a holier one just because I stay home.)
I am constantly trying to battle the filth and mess. Trying to simplify. Trying to teach my children to think, problem-solve, work together, and be kind.
I know what you’re going to say (unless you’re a terrible person). “You’re doing great!” “I see you!” “It’s a season/phase!” And you are right. I know this! These are all the things I would say to you, if you were writing this.
But today…oh, today. While I tried to finish rotating my kids’ wardrobes, my darling almost-3s broke into the kitchen and got into the shredded wheat container. There is shredded wheat everywhere. And I found a trail of ants in my son’s room. And I haven’t walked or done yoga even once this week.
Right now, I’m putting Baby Wia down for a nap, and listening to my twins destroy the kitchen, trying to put together a plan to clean up the messes, and have them “help” me. Maybe I’ll take everybody to the river for a walk after we pick up the big kids.