Large family life.
The good, the bad and the ugly.
We love our six kids, we love each and everyone of their tiny little faces.
But when I’m at the doctors I can’t remember their birthdays because there is five birthdays, each one a year apart and they all look really familiar and also you see my brain it doesn’t work like it used to because I have to Mum.
When I became a Mum.
Each time, with every child.
My brain became more like a big mooshy moosh bowl.
I’m not sure if it’s the wine or the screaming but I’m loosing brain capacity at an alarming rate.
But being apart of a big family means lots of things.
Not just that you start drinking lots and losing your marbles.
Let me tell you a little bit about our lives with “eight of us at home”
When you walk into our home I have mostly tried to cover the smell of shoes with candles and glen 20.
You may be thinking “but krechelle glen 20 is flammable “
You would use both at the same time if you smelt my house too.
I remove 74 pairs of shoes from my foyer per week but it’s still ends up like some kind of shoe jumble sale.
My welcome mat is just an obstacle of shoes; your welcome visitors
I loose them.
I throw them out.
I’m always the last one to hand them in.
There is approximately ten different school, kindy, child care notes per week.
And mostly they have stains on them that I can’t guarantee aren’t blood.
Here you go teacher if you unfold it this way it won’t tear into pieces.
Well do anything for a good discount.
We eat out on Mondays because kids eat free, we do cheap Tuesday movies (ha just kidding movies are too expensive full stop) , we go to discount show days and travel 42 minutes for give away furniture.
We’re not tacky.
Wow this sounds way worst than what I meant it to, but while we’re at it hey what coupons did you get on the back of your docket?
More hands make light work
They may all be 6 and under but by helping each other to tidy there rooms or tidy the play room they really do a fantastic job!
I may have to scream at them 42 times to focus and sometimes I send one to bed at 2pm for not listening and then I get them up fifteen minutes later when I realize I’m being ridiculous
But I want them to have good values.
And help each other.
And it’s really fucking stressful.
Getting a family photo is impossible.
Yep this one is pretty straight forward.
Or it’s not straight forward in the way that
All eight face holes won’t look straight forward.
Or keep their outfits clean or on long enough to take a photo.
Forget it; I’ll photoshop them in.
We have six kids but we still love the shit out of each other.
It’s that real kind of grab your bum, make you giggle, “can’t wait to take him
Home later” type love.
I’d probably be pregnant again right now if it was possible.
You can never have a conversation unheard
We literally have to wait until they’re sleeping, shut three different doors and then hide under our quilt, but you better believe if we mention presents they will hear.
No secret is safe.
And don’t you dare talk about aunt Gertrude’s nose job unless you want them to rehash the whole story to her the next time she visits.
Sometimes your dreams get put on hold or crushed .
Sometimes you miss meetings because all six kids get gastro or head lice or the plague.
We try and make it work the best we can but it is a lot
We juggle things and some things fall of and smash on the ground and other things pop up and you dodge them and do a pirouette and a backflip and then some how you land on your two feet again.
Surrounded by love.
And bodily fluids.
Having a big family is hard, it’s crazy.
And It was the best decision I ever made.