|#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.