Down the Ladder!

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It suddenly hit me as I reached up and put the clean nappies into the airing cupboard!! OH! my God! What on earth is happening, how am I  ever going to cope. Whatever  was I thinking, that it was all going to be plain sailing??

My eldest was ten and the next lad was eight, I had survived traumas of the pediatric special care units, bringing home new babies that had been wired up and tube fed. Babies that refused to take a bottle or sleep one of which could and would cry and scream for hours!! Got through ear, nose and eye infections, sun burn, sickness, sleepless night endless lonely days with no one to talk to. A bout of measles, not to mention mumps, chicken pox ect . Been though the day nursery blues and finally they were settled into school and were acting like humans… well almost.

What had I done. I had thrown the dice and I had hit a ladder which I had slid right down. So two weeks after proudly and confidentially( well I had done this all before and twice)  bringing home a new baby . I realized  I had it all to do again but now it going to be more complicated! Feed wash and dress baby after an early hours night feed. Get boys up make sure they eat their breakfast and wash, have all their homework and kits and lunch boxes then put baby in pram and walk the boys to school.  After that walk up town and do the shopping, get home feed the baby  do as much housework and cooking as time and baby will allow, get baby out of cot or swing chair put in the pram.  Dash up to school, either walk boys to a friends or an after school activity  go home feed baby , get the boys ( with baby of course)  feed them make sure they do their homework before the TV can go on! Bath, feed and put baby’s night wear on, put him to bed sort out meal for husband if he was coming home , he was away or often very late  due to his  line of work.  Collapse, and that was only on  a good day when everything worked to plan.

I sat by the airing cupboard  and wept!…………..