I have three children. Three whole, noisy, screaming, snotty, beautiful, amazing, still snotty, children.
Life has certainly changed since Christmas 2008, when Alpine Boy made his angelic appearance on this earth. I arrogantly and naively promised myself, and others, that this new addition to our world wouldn’t change anything – that life would continue as before; that the new baby would fit around us rather than the other way round.
Ha. So much for that.
Six and a half years and two more kids later, I’ve practically forgotten what life was like pre-sprogs. But if one kid is life-changing, and two are chaos-inducing, having three kids is akin to crashing a bus full of monkeys into a lorry full of cats and then trying to round them all up and put them in shoeboxes. Without strangling any of them.
I wouldn’t change my life for anything, but there are a few things I wish someone had told me about having three kids, just so I could have had fair warning….