Or at least every weekday. That’s what they say. They. You know they, right? I’m not sure exactly who they are, but they probably have fewer children than I do. Or they might have more, but they are guys, and have wives to go along with all those kids.
This week, my four children and I are staying with a friend who has one child, along with another friend who brought her two children. For those of you who went to school after they started that “new math” thing, that makes three moms and seven kids. And, I might add, only two bathrooms.
I keep telling myself, the Von Trapps had seven children all by their own selves, so it’s really not that many, right? Well, sort of. The Von Trapp children were used to being one of seven (not to mention their parents being used to a houseful of servants) and it’s a little different when the children are accustomed to different sizes of households and different styles of parenting.
But my friends and I knew it would be a circus (those were our exact words) before we planned this crazy trip, and we’re still glad we came. My back will recover from the air mattress, and we and our children will have the memories. The good memories will remain, and the not so good ones will go the way of the backaches.