So at the start of this year I knew it was going to be a hard one. With three kids three and under, including a newborn, I was quite certain that this year would probably be the hardest so far. And so I feel a slight sense of achievement that I’m six months in and still standing. My sanity is questionable at times, I’m quite often in a coma like state of exhaustion come evenings but I’m still here.

The little one is sleeping well and starting to get into a little bit of a routine. The older two have settled down and have begun learning to be patient as I can’t respond to every need straight away, mind you I think the little one is learning that too, he doesn’t have much of a choice with an older brother and sister. I have learnt to discern which screams mean ‘Danger, danger!’ and which mean, ‘Mummy I’m tired.’ I have learnt what is most important and what can be put off until later. And I am beginning to learn to ask for help when I need it.

I will try and write more about all of our adventures because I do enjoy doing it but sometimes a dirty nappy, a snotty child and a spilled drink all collude to distract me. Just so you don’t think I’m perfect, I doubt anybody really would, here is a photo of the great pile of clean washing to be folded. The kids find it more of an adventure when it is a huge pile and I am more than willing to oblige.

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