The Powell family came to stay with us for a few days; Mum, Dad and three daughters aged seven, five and three. They were completely delightful, mannered, helpful …and exhausting.
I’ve forgotten what life was like with little children. Even though I’d birthed four and always seemed to be looking after a stray or three, my mind has totally erased the rigours of parenting young kids.
I’d consigned to oblivion the constant wiping up of smeared food on faces and surfaces, bedtime dramas, the suffocating need for attention (kids, not parents), toilet training, the cutting up of food into tiny cubes, picking boogers out of noses and the bags and bags of bags of “stuff” – baby wipes, nappies, changes of clothes, comfort toys, hairbrushes, books, elastic bands, snack products,…