It seems like an eternity since we returned from Italy, getting straight back into continuing work on the house in preparation for selling. Although we have only been back since the end of August it seems ages since the photo above was taken.
Of course, if you are sitting there counting everyone you will notice that two children are missing. Ben was working at the tennis in Wimbledon before returning up north to move into new digs in time for his next year at uni. Steph was busy working as usual. Perhaps I’ll have to superimpose them into the photo.
Life since we returned from our time away reverted back to working on the house. It would be fair to say that I’m completely sick and fed-up of it all. I hate all the mess. I hate not having a place for anything and I hate the disruption. I hate how it is impinging on our already limited time. More than once I have ended up melting down because the constant work and juggling has pushed us to the limits. I want the house finished, I want it sold and I want to move. Now.
I know that we’re not supposed to say this out loud, EVER, but the kids are driving me mad. Disruption in the home, so much to do and so little time to do it all, everyone falling over everyone and everything else, and going from all the space we could want to… well, our house, means we’re all rubbing each other the wrong way. And you know, in Perfect Parentland, you’re just not supposed to admit that your kids are driving you up the wall and that you count down the hours until bedtime while you’re clearing up the breakfast dishes because that would mean you don’t like being a parent or you hate your kids or something. But hey, I’m a rebel and I’ve said it. It doesn’t mean I hate being a parent (not all the time, anyway), and it certainly doesn’t mean I hate my kids. It just means that they drive me mad sometimes. I am wary of any parent who claims not to know that ‘is it bedtime yet?’ feeling.
In fact, is it bedtime yet?
Oh, and you know of course that by saying that I am now leaving myself open to the ROETOF (Rolling Of Eye Tapping Of Foot) Brigade who will quite smugly remind me that I chose to have all those children. Let me correct you ROETOFs now; I chose to have children who didn’t scream, shout, fight, answer back, poop in their pants and create great defensive fortresses with their toys. I got this lot.
It was only recently that I took to Facebook to ponder that I should have perhaps given parenting a miss and maybe stuck to keeping a goldfish or two instead. My ruminations were cut short when Stephanie reminded me that our one attempt at keeping fish ended up with her killing them off. To be fair, she was only three-years-old and she thought she was feeding them when she dumped an entire loaf of bread into the tank. The bread absorbed the water, swelled up and covered the entire surface, leaving the fish unable to breathe. The fish were dead and the house stank so terribly that we had to send the fish to fishy heaven (down the loo), yank the windows open and sought refuge from the stench of rotting eggs for the next few hours.
Parenting 13 children, home educating them, studying for my degree and running a business is tantamount to plate-spinning madness even with Mike’s fabulous help. More than once I have self-audited and it appears that I question my sanity on average thirty-jagillionty times a day.
The conclusion has been finalised.
The verdict is in.
I am bonkers.
11 thoughts on “Questioning My Sanity: The Verdict Is In”
Yup, you are bonkers 🙂
We all have those days where the kids irritate us – I have been having one myself today – and those who say they never feel like that are liars!
It must be really tough for you right now. To be in such chaos – but just keep reminding yourself that it will be worth it! Your goal is in sight and you will have the home you dream of!
Yes, we keep telling ourself that the end is nigh and it’s not for much longer. Hopefully, at least!
Who wants a boring life though hey?! You may think you do for a moment but then you realise that’s not really any kind of life. x
That’s true, Alexandra. The thaasophobe in me doesn’t ‘do’ boring!
Yes, you’re bonkers. Just as much as the rest of us with more than your average number of children are. But really, if you think about it, if insanity must come, those little faces sure are worth it, aren’t they? That’s not to say that I have never been known to kick my children out of the house when I’ve had it (although I do eventually let them back in….). Yes, even in Winter. 😉
I am not ashamed to admit they drive me crazy at times, for that shows people 3 things: 1. I’m honest. 2. My children aren’t perfect. 3.I’m not a saint who has it all together. But I am quick to come back with “and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Just because I’m human and I have my moments, doesn’t mean
I’m sorry my children exist.
Btw, we’re expecting baby #9, in early April!! And I already look like I’m about 5 months along at only 12 weeks. Yikes!!
Your three points are spot-on. We do love them, of course we do, but they are still human and so are we.
Brilliant post! I absolutely love that fishtank story. Yep, stick to children and forget about pets, guys!
I’m not kidding, the place stank for hours! They did get up to some mischief, did those two! I’m surprised I had any more children!
As a homeschooling mother of 12 I get it and love this post. I signed up for the same kind of kids you did. I don’t know what happened. But I love them.
Just think, one day they probably will have kids of their own and that is when payback will begin 😉
Sometimes I look at other large families and they don’t look as stressed out and tired as me, but now I realise they are. What a refreshing and honest article, we all love our kids but they do drive us mad.