Having three children, is tough. There are now more children in the house than adults. We’re outnumbered, I’m waiting for the day they all gang up on us. A triple strop threat. Lord give me strength.
Florence is still very young, she’s only 6 years old. So, I try with everything I have not to over do the whole ‘big sister’ thing. Sometimes she tries, to do too much for her Brother and Sister. And I keep telling her “you really don’t have too”. I was and am the eldest sister, and people forget that you’re still only a baby, but it’s hard to keep that outlook up when, strangers keep coming up to us in public cooing over baby Dorothy. “No one thinks I’m cute anymore” Florence said to me, after Dorothy’s hearing test at the hospital. I told her they do, but Dolly is so little, that they know she’s brand new that’s all. People will honestly blank Florence and Rex. Rex is only 17 months, that’s really heartbreaking for me. My children are still their own beings, they are special in their own way. It’s hard seeing them being ignored or left out. I’m trying to keep them close and at the moment it’s hard work.
The thing is, one child is always left out. No matter what you do and how hard you try one of them won’t play ball, have a strop and that’s it. Finding something to do all three children can do together is hard work. My eyes are in constant pain from eye rolling behind each child’s back.
I made a huge effort with Florence’s baby book. I’ve kept her 1st birthday cards, and she has a photo album dedicated to her first years. I haven’t done that with Rex or Dorothy, I can’t be arsed it’s a lot of effort. Once you get to three kids you are too busy running around to make effort with that sort of stuff. Let’s just hope Instagram will still be going strong by then, if so I’ll be sorted right out.
Bath and bedtime feels like a military operation, one child down you feel like celebrating and then you remember there’s two more to go. Poor Dorothy seems to spend a lot of time in the Moses basket but that really is the only way I can get things sorted and done. With three children they want three different (for now two) bedtime stories, different bedtime routines it all gets a little stupid and out of hand. I can’t bath all three together as Rex will most likely, hit or kick Dolly. Florence then has homework, she shouts out the words from her reading book so I can hear from bathroom while bathing Dorothy or from Kitchen getting Rex’s milk sorted, every now and then correcting her – with her then responding “WHAT MUMMY?!” Never mind pronounce it how ever you want who cares.
Once all three are down, I just lay there on the sofa in a Star fish like position. Get up quickly go to the toilet, and eat (two things all parents tend to forget doing). And then it starts all over again. And weirdly enough: I love it. Even though this is such hard work I do live and love for my babies. Somehow the chaos has just fitted in within our home. Can’t ever imagine why!
I feel like I’m managing to wing this because of their age gaps. Florence is able to go off and do her own thing, and Rex follows her because she is his idol. Leaving me with little Dolly. Every now and then a stampede will enter the room “MUMMY HE SCRATCHED ME” , “play nicely” I reply (a real half arsed response) What else can you say to a 17 month old? I just hope all three stick together and will remain close. Siblings can be annoying as hell, but they really are your best friends. Blood is thicker than water, you three must never ever give up on eachother.
Having Three children is mental, crazy chaotic but my god I love having them all together, being crazy, loud and in your face. I will miss that noise one day so for now I will make the most of it. Our house is full of love.