How all the madness began..

Let's see if for once in my life I can make this a short story...once upon a time....no wait that's the long version. There was a boy, who asked out a girl, who said yes. He gave her a box of chocolates at the end of the date and she was pretty much hooked. Four months later they were married, 11mths later they brought a house and had #1g, 2yrs (give or take a month or so) they had #2g, 19mths later they had #3b (yay...we got a boy along with a new house project ), 2 and a half yrs later they had #4g (oops...that wasn't the plan), so one more try and 2yrs later they had #5...what's it gonna be? You guessed it..or not..but another girl.
Not wanting to take anymore gambles that lovely young couple...that may have gotten slightly older decided to be happy with their lot and 11 and a half years after they were married, the fairer half (you can't see me so I can be who I want on here!) decided to start a blog about life.

How was that for super condensed? If I'd been doing the long version you would have heard how many times I've had to pick up dirty socks and underwear left lying around, wipe spilt milk (no I'm not crying about it), change smelly nappies, been woken up during the night and dealt with a laundry basket equal to the barrel in the widow's mite story! (and not in a good way). You would also hear about the smiles of a toddler while surrounded in margarine smeared through the carpet, the hand of a child placed on your cheek while little lips say "I love you mummy", tears cried for a son or daughter that has been left out from their friends and feeling their pain as though it is your own, receiving a hug from a child who is so excited about something that they share it with you through that hug and of course snuggling with sleeping kiddies who have finally succumbed to the sleep monster right there next to you on your bed.

I'm sure my story is pretty familiar to a lot of people. Same old same old, you could say but that's what makes it so cool. We are all here experiencing similar things in our own lives and I believe those are some of the things that connect us together. We can bond over them, empathize with them, laugh through them and love because of them. They are unique yet the same.

As I sit on my bed and look at two of my little cherubs sleeping so peacefully I marvel at how much love I feel for them despite intense frustration with them at times. They are my everything. Families are eternal and what an honour it is to be a mother and wife to 5 incredible children and 1 overwhelmingly fantastic husband. Don't get me wrong...some days the honour is not appreciated openly. But always in the back of my mind I know that I have much to be grateful for.

(You might need to refer me back to this post every now and then ok).