Life with 3 kids – nothing worth having comes easily


Photo of 3 children bobble hat

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I trudged up the hill with my Phil and Teds double buggy loaded with gear. I turned around and snapped at the middlist for the 10th time. “Will you stop crying, and hurry up” He was walking as fast as he could and the ground was sodden and bumpy under his little legs. He couldn’t quite understand why we had just cut short our bubble blowing adventure in the woods and hadn’t quiet made it to the promised duck pond yet. Confusion had consumed him and he was in force 10 tantrum mode. We were both suffering from an insane amount of exhaustion and right then he just wanted to hold my hand. But he couldn’t and I couldn’t. I had to get the big one from school and if i didn’t get there exactly at 2.50pm I’d miss all the good parking spaces and I didn’t need any added difficulties in my life. I was already pushing a buggy up hill through soft boggy grass containing a freshly soiled and screaming baby, whilst balancing a folded down tipi, a bag on my back and my camera around my neck.

So to the mum that asked me at playgroup the other day what’s it like having 3 kids.

Sometimes it’s hard. Pretty damn hard.

This particular day I experienced what I like to call ‘mummy melt down mode’
This state is normally induced by trying to do too much ALL THE TIME.

During my ‘mummy melt downs’ I don’t want to parent, I want to be somewhere else (preferably asleep in bed on a chocolate drip)

That day with the tipi trudging through mud? Everything I was carrying and pushing and shushing was a metaphor for my everyday. Being a mum of 3 is exhausting. No matter how much sleep I get, coffee I drink or sofa pit stops I take, I still feel weighed down just like my pushchair.

Don’t get me wrong some days I’m great. I’m on it. I’m that perfect mum that bakes (bad) cheese scones with spinach. I make peg pirates and sing nursery rhymes all whilst doing 5 loads of washing and answering work emails. I manage double nap time (WIN!) and put make up on with a half decent outfit that doesn’t consist of leggings and a stretchy T’.

Some days (some) I even iron a top and blow dry my hair! (People generally then ask me if I’ve had it ‘done’ when really it’s just that I’ve actually washed and brushed it properly)

But 60% of the time. I’m not that mum. I’m just teetering on the edge of my next meltdown watching the clock for my husband to arrive home and save me.

So again, how is it with 3? Delightfully chaotic. Noisy as hell, but i know one day there will be silence and I’ll probably be having the ‘granny grumps’ instead of ‘the mummy meltdowns’. I’ll miss the hectic commotion and look fondly back on taking 45 minutes to leave the house (well maybe not the last one)

The kids are learning that the world does not revolve around them, they help each other out, they poke each other in the eye and most of the time I think we are winning at teaching them not to be assholes.

If I have to feel like I am pushing a heavy buggy up a muddy hill everyday for the next 18 years then so be it.

After all, nothing worth having in life comes easily and that includes raising 3 children.  So if you are thinking about taking the leap from 2 to 3…

Trust me, it’s worth every crazy second.


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