Strange but true which is how the truth usually turns out to be, but I do have a HUGE family by many standards. Besides the spare son who is only living further down the same street (but manages to turn up regularly at dinner time with his girlfriend) I have 3 daughters and 2 sons still living at home. It's a busy not-so-quiet house with people continuously coming and going.
Caffeine is my drug of choice to keep me on an even keel and to help "fuzz" out all the noise which does get to petrifying levels at times, but not always.
Everyone has an opinion in our house, usually at the same time and with passion.
Since Igot rid of The Last Mistake (aka the Sperm Donor/ aka the Depressant/ aka Mr Woe-Is-Me) we decide everything together: what wallpaper to put in the passage? who's going to make me coffee? who's got to do the dishes? do I really need to find a man when my kids love me so much? what should we have for breakfast this weekend? can I really get away with being 24 for one more year or is it time to man up and turn 25?
I agree that big families are not for the faint hearted but maybe they are for the mildly (tongue -in-cheek) eccentric. I would give and do give everything and anything for my kids. Maybe not the best idea but it's working for me. I can honestly say that my children like me and I like them.
What's wrong with that?
