A typical crazy school day.

Every school morning is the exact same. Trying to get a 4 and 5 year old ready for school and having a 10 month old is challenging to say the least. While I feed Ollie the boys agonise over the huge task of what to have for breakfast. Then eat it like snails while I’m telling them to hurry up.
Straight after breakfast it time to brush their teeth. I send them one at time up the stairs to do this because if they go together they forget why they went up and I find them playing in their room. Usually at this point I’m beginning to lose it a little! I’m frantically making lunches because I’m just not that organised to do it the night before!

Getting them dressed! Omg. They do it themselves while I sort Ollie out and throw on my own clothes. I should really just dress them myself as everything is on back to front or missing a sock or a shoe or on the wrong child! Am sweating now! We are going to be late!

I hate rushing and I hate being late. Every morning is so rushed and can be so stressful. And it doesn’t help when your not really a morning person and havent had any coffee yet! When finally ready they are thrown in to the car and we speed of like lunatics to try beat the traffic and get a car spot at the school.

And that’s only the morning! When I get home I have to feed Ollie, put him down for his nap, clean up the explosion of rice crispies or weetabix from breakfast. Wake Ollie, collect Caelan. Speed home, feed Ollie his lunch, speed off again to collect james.  And then get all boys home and try and take a breath!

Before long it’s time to feed baby again and nap time again and then it’s time to prepare dinner and do homework! The whole thing is exhausting. But we do it. You do it and so do I. Monday to Friday! It’s a different story at the weekend as it’s usually activities that you have to bring them to but that’s ok. It’s not as stressful.

Life is so busy. And it can be hard. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the mayhem. I’m exhausted but I feel alive! And there is nothing more satisfying in the world then seeing your children grow and being happy. And that’s what it’s all about!



Go ahead..have a meltdown..in fact I think I’ll join you

At one stage or another we have all experienced our child having a meltdown. I don’t know about you, but the worst ones usually take place in the likes of Tesco or Aldi or somewhere that’s very open and full to the brim of people. This can be very embarrassing. And you feel like the worst parent that ever walked the face of the planet! 

One day we were shopping in Aldi. I was heavily pregnant on Ollie at the time and I had my two boys with me. Everything was fine for the first 6 minutes and then the moaning started. They were bored. They wanted to buy crap we didn’t need. They started to run around like lunatics. I obviously couldn’t run after them. I couldn’t scream at them to come back. I had to quickly waddle after them.

Finally I managed to round them up. And believe me, it was like herding sheep, only harder! I told them off, well as much as you can through gritted teeth! You do get the feeling like everyone is watching you. Judging you. They probably aren’t but thats what it feels like. But it has to be done. You can’t let them go crazy!

Then one of them spotted the €2 coin in the trolly. “I want that!” “You can’t have that, it’s stuck in the trolly. I can only get it out when I’m done, you can have it then”. The meltdown commences..

He screamed the place down. I was mortified and was sweating like a pig and thought I was gonna go in to labour! Everyone WAS looking now. “I want it, I want the money!” And he ferociously tried to pick it out of the trolly!

What did I do? I had to leave the trolly there, in the middle of the aisle, full of shopping, and grab the two of them and waddled as fast as I could out of there! It was crazy!

This is just one example of tantrums in public. I have a million of them! It’s funny now I think of it but at the time you want a big hole to swallow you up! But they are kids, and that’s what they do! Now when we go shopping and someone’s else’s kids are going crazy, I sympathise but I thank God it’s not mine!