I'm not going to lie.
Six kids is hard. We've got schooling going on. We've got toddlerhood going on and we've added an infant to those.
I feel like I get nothing done.
I joked with a friend who is pregnant with her 5th that I call it a good day when I shower and find something clean that fits. A strike is getting my bed made.
But, we are slowly getting the hang of it...knock on wood.
Sometimes we find it best to "divide and conquer". This little bowling game, I could tell, was pushing it. The older girls were loving it.
These two little rascals (and the one strapped to my body)...not so much. Clover would push the ball down the lane and then run to the handicap ramp to roll her chubby little body down without even seeing if she hit any pins down.
Azure would at least wait until her ball disappeared into the shadows beyond the pins, but then these two partners in crime were off.
I didn't bowl, still having some health issues I'm trying to work through, but it was enjoyable to watch my little offspring drop that ball like it was going to go crashing through the floor and then o h s o s l o w l y ricochet back and forth until it would kiss a couple of pins before returning magically to do it again.
Divine was frustrated she couldn't get it down very easily, all the steps and swing and pointing.
But she declared at the end she had a good time.
Sometimes it was a whole family affair to help someone get the ball down the lane.
R Sizzle bowled up well into a hundred. Those arms. The kids like to compare their muscles to his almost nightly during dinner. Azure is convinced that hers are almost as big as his.
For the second game, I took Azure and Clover and distracted them with some golden greasiness. Azure turned to me and said, We're lucky we don't have to bowl again, huh? Sure babe.
Then we went down to the coin operated games to try to win us some hideous stuffed animals or 100-year-old candy. Three times. Those things are rigged I tell ya.
So. Eight is hard. But, as we like to tell our kids,
Good things are hard.