Yesterday, I once again could not refuse my friend when she asked me to look after my daughters. The fact is that she really needed to be at work, and her husband was busy at school, in quarantine, parents in another city, no less busy at kindergarten.
I thought nothing terrible and agreed. I know how to get along with girls, especially with old enough people – the same age as my daughter (5 years old) and a third-grader (8 years old). I decided not to lead my child to kindergarten, and I would torture my conscience with torture – as it is, I am sitting with other people’s children then, like my child under someone else’s supervision.
You know, there were no problems here at all – the girls and the races of the girls were ready to eat everything, and the time for cooking did not take much more than with one child. All the same, because I do not cook one serving of soup or three pancakes.
True, the number of many purchases still tripled – juices, water, yogurt, desserts, etc. Otherwise, there were no problems at all – all three girls had an excellent appetite and I didn’t have to remind them about food intake twice.
Here I have a little difficulty. Despite the abundance of toys, girls could not share them. For some reason, each of them stubbornly wanted to play the same doll. And at first, the daughter, apparently, decided to mark her borders – she did not allow playing with many toys, citing the fact that they were new and she had not played enough yet.
Then imagine, I managed to take the children with the idea of organizing a cultural event – a circus. They worked hard to create tickets, rehearsed rooms, prepared costumes and even make-up. And so, a minute before the concert, the poet’s soul could not stand it – my daughter went on strike. Apparently, the reason is that the separation of my time and attention for three children was unusual for her (unpleasant).
It was useless to negotiate with a crying child, in the end the circus did not take place. The daughter was ashamed to state the true reason for her behavior, said only that she was tired and wanted to sleep. This is where the hardest thing began.
Of course, it was possible and not to try to put the children – not kids because they can easily do without a nap. But, first of all, two five-year-old children are still used to sleeping during the day. And secondly, we all got up early, walked a lot, and, to be honest, I would have been happy to lie with them myself. Besides, my daughter had a training session in the evening.
My patience was enough for 25 minutes – while I was reading a book for girls. Moreover, I see that they already tend to sleep, the eyes of the nightingales, but no – they want to play and indulge. Now I understand why the children of my girlfriend, which four in the family, almost never sleep – putting such a mob to bed is very difficult.
As a result, only one of the three fell asleep. Do you know what? The most serious and obedient – an eight-year girl. I had to lift the five-year-olds from the bed and sit down to write the copybook so that they would not waste time. How much nerves it cost me – you just have to guess.
Once again, my daughter’s jealousy amazes me. Although it is possible to understand her – after all, she was used to the fact that throughout her life, attention in the family was paid only to her, but here two competitors appeared at once.
With the exception of sleep, my impressions are the most beautiful. Not the small role in this was played by the fact that all the girls are very educated and obedient – they clean up after themselves, serve themselves, do not be capricious, etc.
But I’m tired of this day, of course, wildly. After all, constantly had to control the behavior of children, because I am responsible for them. And physically a little harder than usual – it was necessary to have time to take the daughter / pick up to music and gymnastics, and girlfriends to their extra classes.
In addition, to play smoothly in all three somehow did not always succeed. Due to the difference in temperaments and characters, it often happened that one child was not left to inheritance, which depressed me very much.
In short, three kids are too much for me. Maybe it’s the lack of experience and unusual, I do not know. But there was always a feeling of some kind of emotional tension, or something. Well, fatigue by the end of the day is wild, of course.
Now I know firsthand how difficult mothers with many children are. And once again I answer my daughter with a refusal to ask her to give birth to her sister. Maybe there are some secrets that allow mothers of two or more children to keep calm? Did you have experience with a lot of children?