Today I dropped S off to catch up with her old friends S and C — each of whom have three rugrats — all of which are under five…
When I dropped S off, I thought I’d pop in myself — in part to say Hi to S and C but also to see what it’s like to be in a house with a half dozen ankle-biters gone mad.
Unfortunately for me, most of the kiddies were elsewhere and only three were around — and what a trio of well-behaved bubs they were — no swinging from the chandelier or anthing — BORING!
My S regards S with a degree of awe — apparently she always wanted three kids, but in the early discussions with her husband A, she said she wanted four — A bargained her down to three and thought he got a deal, while S got just what she wanted!
But S’s awe isn’t so much in regard to the nuances of her baby-bargaining, but rather what a megamum she is.
To my mind anyone who can have three kids under five and retain their sanity qualifies as a megamum, but S is not only in possession of her sanity, she can also whips up some wicked food (including a belly-busting dessert cake), and give loads of great advice (even road directions) and all this in an atmosphere of serene calmness…
How do they do it?