Just popping in to say hi to FG and all fraught mums on here. Hope you're all doing well, must have a good read through. Just dipping in and out I can see some have been having a bit of a rough time This can test you beyond all limits sometimes, God I know! Then you get rewarded twice/three times with the good bits too which makes me feel wonderful but quite confused and guilty too at having wanted to run off sometimes.
Mine (b/g twins) have just turned 4 (big party, soft play emporium, king sized headache for Mummy!) and don't start school until next year.
If they'd arrived 3 weeks earlier it'd have been this year! I am glad they're not starting very young, but some days they seem very 'ready' (or is that me? lol!)They are tall so everyone thinks they are surely going to school now, but not yet. Have started a thread about whether to keep them together or separate them in class at school when they do start. It's hard to know what to do for the best.
They're firing on rocket power too and I am totally knackered. Questions galore, and into everything. They are so lovely together though and trot around behind older dd (nearly 7) like little ducklings. She mostly likes this and is incredibly good with them, but they can infuriate her too because 'they're copying me..!' or they mess something up and then arguments break out, three being the eternal triangle. I have to referee all this which is very hard.
It must be getting easier(??), but then some days I'm back to struggling with the load. For example, I am terrified one will run into the road and would like them strapped in the pushchair at all times, (preferably until they are 18) but at four they want to (and should!) be walking, so I'm bringing up the rear puffing and red-faced bellowing STOPPPP!! They do stop (mostly) but they never look like they're going to and they move like greased lightning. Heading off potential dangers and crises for three people who appear to have no fear is a nerve wracking and heart stopping business.
I reached a very low point where nothing was funny any more during the summer. I was just shouting at everyone and just felt like hell; very low and run right down. Eventually I gave in and saw the doctor - yup, guess what, I'm finally on the AD's too. I always fought this off - like there was some kudos in dealing with it all myself for years. Well, no-ones knocked on the door with my medal yet, and I can see I needed some help, well for everyone's sake really not just mine, although it was hard to admit it. I feel quite a bit better, but still have wobbly days. I see this is a topic that's been discussed a bit here too and I really hope those who have gone down this path are feeling better.
I think I need a quick update on some salient points on this thread, so will have proper read through to catch up.