Normally there are three people in this house, and sometimes Josh (who we mind for a few hours on a Saturday). The weekend (just gone) we had nine people... Me, Mum, Dad, Sissy, Steffan (her boyfriend), Bradley (her brother), Josh (for a few hours) and Tony and Lynn (who are online friends are came down from Coventry and Glasgow, respectively, to see us).
Such a tiring time, and although it was great to see everyone, I felt like I needed another weekend to get over the busy weekend they were here for, LOL! I'm an anti-social person by nature, so to be around three people that I'd not go to know well (Steffan) or never even seen before (Tony and Lynn) was really difficult for me.
I'm glad they came here, though, just so that I had the chance to not run true to type (anti-social wise) for once.
I have such a headache now! Trying to get three kids of 8, 7 and 4 years old to just behave and stop arguing has robbed me of the last vestiges of my patience for the day! The 7 and 4 year old are brothers, and the 8 year old is a girl... they do not get on, and the 8 year old is leaving at the end of the week and the others delight in reminding her of the fact (she doesn't want to leave, which makes it worse). They totally rub each other the wrong way, and their total ability to ignore everything I say and carry on doing the things that end up costing them their snack privileges (and if they carry on end up with them sitting on our time-out step) makes me tired. I've never had kids fail to listen to me to the point where I could cheerfully scream in frustration before... it's completely new territory for me, and I don't like it at all. Maybe because I'm not used to being ignored, or maybe it's because we always used to take in babies (that grew up and went to school) so from an early age they knew us and our rules, so didn't push it once they knew they'd gone to far **shrugs**
