Let's face it, having four kids is a lot. I know some people even have more - my hat is off to them - but most people have less and if you are a one-er or a two-er, or even have stopped as a three-er then read on, because you will probably send your husband off for a vasectomy immediately. As a total newcomer to the four kids game, I am a total learner, just 30 days in. The difference between having two school-age kids and venturing into another one with our number three was child's play compared to going from three to four with the third still only just two.
It is actually like having two families - the rounds of meals and clothes washing is phenomenal and even worse, we are on two sizes of nappies - ugh! All to be coped with on a steady stream of broken night's sleep which is not actually much to do with the new baby - she is a pretty good sleeper. But with other kids around, someone always wakes up at some point.
When the baby was 7 days old we did our first trip to a supermarket with all the kids and I spent the whole time counting them. Two trolleys: one with baby in car seat, one for food, one toddler in the trolley, oh no, she wants to get out and walk with her sisters, back in the trolley, one, two, three, four, one, two .... where is the toddler? I have parked the food trolley, where did I leave the trolley with the baby in it? One, two, three, four... back in the van, please girls. Quick! Quick!
We will soon be used to our enlarged size, the mass of children swarming around us wherever we go. And I expect that it won't be long before we are sitting on our balcony of an evening with a cold beer and remembering the crazy days of having a young family, worrying about what they are getting up to at university, or on holiday with their friends, and will be missing their noise, kookiness and general mayhem. I suppose I want to write it all down, because I know that these small details will be long-forgotten in the mists of time if I don't.