this little chair allows Poet to reach the high door handles / birthday flowers from my man / it's tiring work being so small / domesticity for little people (and one of the very best presents she has ever received - find it here)
I read an article yesterday that said, rather blatantly, that three is the most stressful number of children to have. But give a mum four children and she's finally learned to let go.
Is it stressful having three children? Perhaps it's too early on in the piece to provide a well-informed answer. Personally, I find this newborn stage to be much easier than teething, crawling and eating solids. But still, there's something about being a new mum, even if it is my third time, that requires a shift in perspective and, more importantly, a reshuffling of priorities.
I spent the last few weeks of my pregnancy ensuring that the house was spick and span and all the while there was a motherly voice in my head that reminded me that it wouldn't be long before I'd have to relinquish control. I'm currently in the midst of that struggle; sitting on the chair feeding Percy and watching, as if in slow motion, the house unravel.
But an unravelling house is better than an unravelling mind so I turn my gaze towards the little one and remind myself that this stage is precious...and he won't be this little for long. And then, on a more practical level, I make a list of chores that need to be done - numbered in order of priority. Usually the washing comes first and I try my best to get one load washed, dried and folded every day (it's the putting away stage that rarely gets done). I then turn my attention to the dishes and do them when Percy is asleep in the sling (I've discovered that the running water calms him if he's unsettled). Everything else gets done if the time (and Percy) allows.
Now that Che and Poet are on school holidays and true autumn has arrived, it's definitely time to look at their wardrobes and embark on a seasonal purge. I also have to go through all the boxes of hand-me-downs and sort out clothes for Percy (he's very long-limbed and I'm determined to go by the actually size of the clothes rather that the number on the tag - 000 and 00 can be so misleading!). But this is the kind of task that requires Daniel to be home so I'll wait till the weekend and do it with a big cup of tea in hand.
I realise that tending to the home whilst raising small children can be challenging and relentless work but to be honest, I'm enjoying the predictability of it. Days roll into nights which roll into days...
What do you find most challenging about being a new mum?