So when we made the decision to have a third child I realised that things were going to change. Duh of course they were. However, as I’ve written about previously, my expectations that number 3 would just ‘fit in’ were somewhat misplaced. Here are the main things I’ve noticed since going from 2 to 3 kids.
It was always going to be. Obvs. But going from 2 to 3 children has been a shock to the system to say the least. No longer can you ‘pick a child’ to take charge of on family days out. Nope, now one of you always draws the short straw and gets stuck with two. The split is usually in the form of one parent taking the older two, (who inevitably will end up fighting) whilst the other one desperately walks 300 times around whichever vicinity you are in, to try and get the baby to sleep.
Someone always needs something
Whether it be help with homework (when did year one maths get so complicated?) a hungry baby or a 4 year old demanding you play Hungry Hippos; someone always feels you are not giving them enough attention. Which to be fair you’re probably not. But if splitting yourself in two was hard work, dividing your time three ways and trying to ensure that everyone gets an equal look in, is pretty bloody impossible.
Everyone needs a poo at the same time
Every time. Just as you’re in the middle of a poonami nappy change situation (who knew those vests go down as well as up?) the middle one will be shouting for you to wipe her bum. Add to that the eldest (who much to your dismay has claimed your newly built ensuite as her place of choice) is screaming that the toilet roll has run out. Always. The. Way.
My standards have lowered
To think I actually used to waste time making the kids beds every morning. Pah! Beds, schmeds. Cheerio’s on the floor from breakfast? Meh, they can wait until the evening clean up. It’s the same with the bigger jobs. The front garden jungle for example? We’ll get round to it when we can no longer see out the window. And while I’m at it, I’m not even ashamed to say that our Christmas lights are still up (I mean obviously we don’t actually turn themon, come on now I do have some standards). But I’ve decided that there will come a point when we are no longer ‘late taking them down’, but rather ‘early putting them up…’ right??
Following on from the above really… turns out three kids can trash my house a hell of a lot faster than I can tidy it. Some days I just feel like throwing all the dishes in the air and just joining in. Seriously what’s the point in tidying when you lot are just going to mess it up anyway?! (I joke, obviously. Clearly I don’t want to become one of those people who sleep on their hallway floor as every single room in their house is too full of crap – oh and cats – those people always have cats don’t they?!)
I’m not sure if it’s me, but since going from 2 to 3 kids, the noise levels in my house seem to have increased tenfold. Whilst generally I’m ok with this (although on a bad day I have been known to holler out the classic and completely ironic ‘WILL EVERYONE JUST STOP SHOUTING) this can make nap times hard. I’ll be honest; this is actually the thing I was least prepared for, as for a long time daughters one and two used to nap at the same time (I know right, I definitely didn’t appreciate what a good thing I had going there).
No matter how many times I pre warn the older two that I’m taking the baby up for a nap and please, PLEASE could they try and be quiet, you can guarantee that just as baby is nodding off, one of them will come charging up the stairs demanding a snack. (Note to self- always remember to provide snacks prior to starting baby nap routine).
People stare at you a lot more
I haven’t quite worked out whether this is in awe or sympathy. Or potentially the fact that i have three girls who all basically look the same. Either way, I have definitely noticed the stares have increased somewhat.
I know my children will have friends for life
Not that they wouldn’t have if I’d stopped at two, to be fair. But there’s something really nice about knowing that my 3 girls will always have each other. I’m sure there will be arguments over clothes and make up and boys (shudder) but I hope they will continue to be the best of friends they are today (well mostly- nobody talk about the time that number 1 slammed number 2’s fingers in the door in rage…)
You always have company
Depending on how much you value any actual time to yourself (ever) this could be either a positive or a negative. Sometimes when the baby is climbing all over me, the middle one is whinging because, well just because really, and the oldest is demanding a cut up apple (you’re 6, just eat the sodding apple like a normal human!) I just wanna scream for everyone to leave me alone. Like seriously can you all just give me a bit of personal space?
But then I go to work and I miss them. I miss the cuddles and the sloppy kisses. I miss the baby reaching up her chubby arms and making the nahnahnah sound she makes when she wants to be picked up.
And I realise that actually, I wouldn’t change all this* for anything. These three little people make my house a home, and they make us a family. Yes it’s chaos, yes it’s hard, but it’s happy chaos (mostly) and it’s totally, totally worth it.
Ok so maybe a bit of an exaggeration. I’d definitely change the amount of Team Umizoomi I’m subjected to on a daily basis. Oh and if the general level of stroppy-ness could decrease too that would be great. Yep and maybe if people could stop throwing the hand towel of the toilet floor (seriously why is it so hard?) but other than that, nope we are all good…