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| #marchphotoaday Day 5 - Smile |
I am afraid I bored her and moaned about how bloody terrible the "three under three stage" was for
"Three under three nearly saw me into the nut house. Olivia was toddling and toilet training, Charlie was a chickenpox infested 13 month old and Lexie was a newborn. It was fucked. Now, when I get the shits with them all, and start ranting about parenthood problems, I realise I need to get over myself, as nothing can be as hard as that, for me.
And all the while I was 120kg+ and just about to kill the lovely husband. (But I never got the chance because he was at work ALL THE FUCKING TIME....)
I did not cope. I cared for them and apart from that I just ate and smoked.
Good job these kids were cute, else I would've chucked them off the balcony.
Seriously, I do not know how I did it.
Oh! And then Charlie's hearing impairment was diagnosed and my brother died! SUPER! Not.
Fuck. My life used to look like a BAD BAD BAD soapie."
But now? My three under three have turned into adorable school kids who are aged 6, 7 and 8.And they are good kids. Really good kids.
And they just make me smile a lot of the time.
It was so worth it.
I hear exactly what you're saying! When my eldest were three under three it was the hardest thing I have ever done. Some days, when they are all driving me crazy I have to force myself to remember how bad it WAS... and how good I've got it now.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love when a story comes good - and there's chapters upon chapters left too.
:-) xx
Whew...glad that turned around, you had me scared then Lucy....very sweet smiles indeed :)
ReplyDeletePhew! Glad you're into a less difficult phase. 3 under 3 makes my head spin just thinking about it.
ReplyDeleteWow. Glad you're past the three under three! And sharing such gorgeous pics to boot.
ReplyDeleteyep, 4 under 4 here so I know exactly what you're saying. But sooooo worth it. In fact, I'd almost say it is good to go through the hard times to appreciate the good times that await us just around the corner? Lovely Smiles from your little ones. xx
ReplyDeleteYou give me hope Lucy!! I had four under four and a half and think am still at times living in insanity, wouldn't change it for the world though, but I am looking forward to a slightly less difficult phase!
ReplyDeleteParenting has many pits. Lucky the up-moments are quite high. I hear you.
ReplyDeleteGreat post Lucy. I am enjoying my children the older they get that is for sure. I literally can't wait till miss 3.5 is at school. Some might say I am wishing the time away, but truth be known I am not a baby or little kid person. I love hearing about our older girls' day at school, seeing their achievements and hobbies. It makes me feel proud and treasure them even more.
ReplyDeleteYou know my kids' ages, so while I am not in quite the same state as you it is still the trying years for us. I look forward to seeing you on the other side LOL! xoxo
ReplyDeleteMy eldest just started school, and I chant to myself on a daily basis, the best time of my life is going to be when they are all at primary school. I'm not looking beyond that, I don't want to imagine teenages, but three in primary school, I just know it will be the prime of our lives.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reiterating what I am thinking.
If you love them now, just wait till they take YOU out for dinner! It DOES happen!
ReplyDeleteWith 3 under 3 myself, I often wonder how I'm gonna get through each day, and will it ever be awesome. You've given me hope that yes indeed it will so thankyou. I so relate to the husband being at work ALL THE TIME!!
ReplyDeleteOh Lucy, I feel your pain with the "three under three" syndrome. My boys too have turned 8, 7 and 6 (well in May anyway). I was always told it gets easier with time and I guess it has, thank goodness for the kids learning how to turn the tele on and knowing how to turn on the WII and thank goodness that when I call out 'close the door' - they mostly do. And mine are all boys... the triangle thing that goes on though... well, that's another story.
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