That is a lot of little legs.
Its also a huge amount of noise.
Its also the number that he who helped create them and I had entrusted to our care from ten am saturday morning until two pm sunday afternoon.
twenty eight hours…
So three were clearly our own; plus another 5 year old, a 3 year old and a 2 year old.
So basically it was like having triplets then having a year off sex to get your ladies bits back in order then knocking one out every year after for three years.
He who helped create them was put in charge of play whilst I assumed the role of cooker, cleaner, teeth brusher, nappy changer and general arse wiper extraordinare.
And we survived!
When it all got too much for me I hid in the kitchen and made a roast dinner.
The noise when we sat down to eat was indescribable;
Six mouths smacking together; tongues flapping whilst bits of yorkshire pudding sprayed everywhere. Random whoops of joy punctuated the otherwise stimulating conversation of who had done the largest toilet drop that morning.
He who helped create them turned to me at one point whilst trying to spear some meat with his fork, spoon feeding a reluctantly eating 2 year old and pushing away a begging dog with his toes and said;
“My ears are bleeding.” This was accompanied by a look of pure fear on his face as the noise in the room reached fever pitch with both wails of hilarity and upset as the extra 3 year old spilled his drink onto his dinner.
We were not built for six.
Although I think I could manage four?