I now have experience with having 4 children. Not actually bearing them, of course, but taking care of them for 3 hours. And my conclusion is it makes me tired even remembering the experience.
A friend moved this weekend. Just across town, but moving is always a huge endeavor, so I offered to babysit for an afternoon while she got a chance to pack. So, for 3 hours on Friday I had 2 extra daughters, both almost the exact same ages as my girls - which makes the whole job easier as each has a playmate. We decided to go on a walk. Okay, I decided we should go on a walk - I figured it would make the time pass more quickly.
I got out our double stroller and put the two one-year-olds in it. The three-and-a-half-year-olds had to walk. We headed out with the destination of our ice cream store about 5 blocks up and one over. We got there, ate a child's cup each and headed home. The 3-yr-olds set the pace with their slow feet. And they were worn out when we got back. The whole thing took an hour and 25 minutes.
We were about half way home when I realized we were missing a sandal for the one-year-old guest. I backtracked to the last place we'd turned and looked back down that street, but no luck. Knowing we had already exhausted the older girls and I was going to be blessed to make it home without carrying someone, I did not turn back. I called in reinforcements - my mother-in-law drove the route and recovered the sandal just before my friend was leaving my house with her girls.
I really needed a nap. Too bad there is some law of the universe that if you have more than one child, they will not nap on the same schedule (or the older one will give up naps entirely). I think the law of the universe related to having 4 or more children ... well, it must be pretty scary and I don't want to know.
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