If anyone wanted to know what "chaos" mean you would find the meaning right here, where I am. We have arrived at my mum's in France on Thursday and as always chaos is a daily occurence. Chaos is something you learn to live with rather than trying to escape from it. Five children are running around screaming loudly. There is always one repeating over and over again that he doesn't want to eat what is on offer. Or one who keeps pressing that button on a toy that makes it bip and bip and bip... And while you are busy telling the first one that "You eat this or NOTHING AT ALL!" and ask the other one to "STOP pressing this F***ING button!" another one climbs every chair in the house and risks us a trip to A&E.
While all of this is happening there is an adult trying to watch TV and in an attempt to blank the noise the children are making, turns the sound up so loud that we might as well mime to each other if we don't want to damage our vocal chords to communicate.
Breakfast is stressful and dinner is killing. The calm is only restored when the children are all sleeping soundly and you go to bed knowing that you will have to deal with it everyday until you return home...
Home is not here anymore. Home is now away from here.
Why do I always forget that this is the reality and why do I live in the illusion that it will all be nice and relaxing because we have the good weather, their cousins and a pool...?
My darling husband left yesterday evening and he left me here on.my.own. Nearly four weeks without seeing him... four weeks in this madness...
And to top it up I still haven't got my IPad!!!