It is hard work having a large family,and I can't imagine how hard it is with children who have special needs.
I feel that I have to present a cheerful and competent face to the world, when asked how on earth I manage. In reality, a lot of the time, I am just lurching from minor crisis to minor crisis - just like every other parent with small children, only with less time between crises.
It really is the sense of frustration that gets me. Knowing that it is almost impossible to predict whether or not you can get the ironing/kitchen floor done, without being interuppted by something else that needs doing urgently. And knowing that the list of things that need doing is never-ending..
That is the down-side. In reality, I do like having everyone. Watching my older children interact with the babies has given me double the pleasure in them all. I am as proud as I can be, when we are out together, despite peoples reactions.
I wouldn't change things for the world, and I am glad that we have all five. I love the baby stage especially, before they start to talk back. On balance I am happy, just frazzled.
At the moment, my mother wants my attention a lot, and THAT is truly hard, with everything else I have to do. Sorry this is long and rambling.