Sometimes brothers are great…. L reading to R even though L can’t read yet.
Sometimes there is love…
…….. and fun!
Sometimes they unite and look darn cute doing it.
Sometimes there’s a bit of rivalry (look at me R… NOooo look at ME!!!)
But at end of the day we like to be apart because we all hate each other, we don’t want to share and the only nice brother we have is a baby.
How deceptive are pictures. My day with a 9 year old, 4 year old and nearly 10 week old consists of moods from the pre teen, screams from the preschooler and the odd moan from the baby because he got woken up again.
Daylight is reserved for noise and nighttime is reserved for tiredly staring at the TV.
Late nights just to get some peace and early mornings because weekends are same as any other days.
The oddest part I keep adding kids … voluntarily and I don’t even drink!!
Going from 1 to 2 kids was hard!! I would say harder than going from none to 1. With one you have all the time to rest, you only have yourself to feed and no urgency to getting dressed most days.
Suddenly with 2 you have a school run to perform EVERY day and even when you’re not doing that the little darling enjoys his early mornings.
When you no longer have one in a pram its like playing that game where you have to hit the lights and they are always opposite ends of the board! Mix in sleep deprivation and its like a mini workout daily.
Going from 2 to 4 kids was in some ways easy. I got this, I’m not worried if you don’t sleep or eat. I have learnt patience and I know this won’t last forever. Even the fact we’re officially outnumbered is fine. We got this.
But going on to have 4 children knowing my 3rd isn’t with us has made this a unique experience.
I worry more about death, I worry more about the speed in which time passes and I feel guilt at wanting some time to myself like I can’t miss a single moment.
Best bit my partner is no longer phased when I say one more?