Anyone who knows me can agree with me, when I say that I’m not the most patient of individuals. My patience levels have DRASTICALLY increased since having Freyja. I used to look at children before I had her and thought, “There’s no chance I can do that. I’ll sling them through the bloody window” or something along them lines. Then Freyja came along and, despite my moments of wanting to sling myself through the window (less reason for a phonecall to Childline..) I think I do quite well. I spend my days playing with her, amusing her, doing the silly Waybuloo yoga positions to make her laugh (my “candle” is ridiculous) and generally having fun.
Then I think, “Hmmm. I would love to have a little boy. That would be my family complete” and I have my broody moments, but the majority of me says “Just wait. Wait til Freyja is nearing school age. At least then, you’ll only have one to entertain for the majority of hours during the week days.”
Today, I offered to babysit my friend’s son. Luckily, he’s a lovely kid and isn’t a problem at all. He’s very placcid, chilled and fairly easy to handle. However, my daughter isn’t. She’s a little bugger. And it seems they both liked getting every single toy out of every single hidey-hole. My living room was a war zone and although they sometimes played nicely together, a lot of the time involved a lot of screaming, wobblers and fighting over whatever toy they both wanted.
To me, having 2 toddlers to look after all day is a perfect method of contraception. The iota of broodiness I had has disappeared out of the window that I have refrained from slingin myself though.
All those mummies out there who have more than one child under 3 – I salute you. You have something I will never have (fully). Patience.