Happy Holidays!

No school run, no packed lunches or clock watching; I love the holidays, but why is it that it takes a few days of complete chaos before the real fun begins?  I spend my time being referee between my children and I become sick of the sound of my own voice.

I have noticed over the last two or three summers that it takes the children a few days to calm down and enjoy being in each others company.  Even though I knew this and was expecting the same this year I was still left completely exhausted by the constant bickering and fighting on the Day 1 and all I can say is that we all survived the day!!

Despite a trip to the park, the paddling pool up in the garden and camping in the tent the bickering was relentless.  I suppose they are used to a day full of learning and activities and home is not like that, it takes time to adjust to the relaxed approach to the day.  Add to that they were all completely shattered, it was a long term and the excitement of the long holiday made them fit to burst by the time it actually arrived.

I know that by next week we’ll be having lie-in’s (yes, it does happen) and our days will be wonderful with just a simple dog walk or the fact that we don’t have to go anywhere!  We will have impulsive trips to the beach for ice-cream at 6’oclock and routine will completely go out of the window.  The holidays will be great.

We’ve made a list of all the things we want to do and places we want to go over the next few weeks.  We have a chart full of exciting trips to make which will obviously not go according to plan, but like most things we will have a giggle (or cry) along the way!

Happy Holidays!

Pleased to report that life it good, harmony has been restored and we are rocking the holidays!



Just Like My Splinter Then?

Children are fascinated by babies and my family is no different.  Now that our family is set to grow once more conversations about babies is something we seem have every day.  We’ve always been age appropriately honest with our children about the “facts of life” and feel happy that they know what they need to know.

My two youngest daughters love playing babies and there’s normally a baby shoved up their jumper when they’re pregnant and then it will just be pulled out and appear when it’s born – if only!  But the other day my youngest daughter (6) announced that she was going to have her baby, this was new.  She then asked me “does it hurt?”.  Now my immediate answer would be quite different to what I would tell her!

My mum never really talked to me about her births until after I had had my first child.  She only said to me to “listen to the midwifes and do as you’re told”, now this I have taken with me through all 5 of my labours and it gave me something to focus on.  I have been extremely lucky with my labours as they have all been quick and relatively stress free but it’s different for everyone and everyone has their own story to tell.  For some it’s magical (sorry I’m one of these, seriously you’re creating life!) and for other’s it’s a living nightmare that seems to never end which they want to forget and never go back there.

So I settle on “yes it does, you need to be strong and brave”, happy with that!  “So just like my splinter then?”, err not the reply I was thinking I’d get.  At that moment I thought my heart was going to burst, children have a wonderful knack of making you smile unexpectedly.  How do they do that?  The thing was she was absolutely right, I’d told her a few days earlier when I taken a splinter out of her finger she’d been brave and strong.  To her that was something painful that she’d been brave through, essentially that was exactly what I’d said.  Simple when you’re 6, she was happy and carried on playing and I took that as a good mummy moment.  Happy Days!

How Many…..?

As the mother of 5 wonderful children, soon to be 6, why do I constantly find myself making excuses or joking about how many children I have? I remember when I was pregnant with my fifth child I didn’t go around telling people as I proudly did with my first. It’s not that I wasn’t as excited but people’s reactions were not always positive and left me feeling angry rather than proud. So I find myself in the same situation again approaching 4 months pregnant with #6, up until now it’s been a wonderful secret between me and my husband but my ever expanding belly meant it was time to tell the children. It was a wonderful moment and they were so excited about another brother or sister. One daughter announced it to the whole class and my youngest would tell anyone, more than once, that “mummy had a baby in her tummy”, their excitement was infectious.

People seem to think if you have more than 2 or 3 children then you’re “mad” or “crazy” and should get yourself a television. Someone once asked how I had time to paint my nails, seriously.  I have had positive comments usually about them wishing they’d had another but on the whole it’s complete shock and surprise that I would even think about another child as I already have 5. This is where I find myself making excuses and justifying why I am. Why do we get so caught up in what other people think, it doesn’t affect them and I’m not asking them to help with childcare.

The fact is (my husband repeatedly tells me) it doesn’t matter what other people say or do, at the end of the day when you close the curtains it’s the people in the house that matter. Simple. Be pregnant and proud, whether it’s number 1 or 10.