What’s this? A blog post? Must be some mistake.
No, I’m really here. This really is the first time I’ve posted anything in years.
So why am I here? Well, thanks to the wonder of Facebook memories (possibly the only worthwhile thing about Facebook these days) it was brought to my attention this morning that today is the 10th anniversary of a fairly significant day in my life. Here’s the Facebook post in question (remember when we used to post status updates in the third person?)
Yes, we had just discovered that MrsH’s pregnancy was going to be a little more than we’d bargained for. We were having twins.
To say that our lives changed that day would be putting it mildly. As I believe I may have mentioned here before, I was quite comfortable with the whole concept of a regular two-child family, and as we were coming out the other side of the baby and toddler stage, life was starting to settle down.
When you’ve got four kids, it doesn’t matter how far beyond the baby and toddler stage you get, life never really settles down.
But here we are, 10 years later, with a 14-year-old who towers over me, a 12-year-old who despite not actually being in his teens yet couldn’t be more teenage if you dressed him up like Harry Enfield and called him Kevin, and a pair of 9-year-olds who are in equal measure exasperating and delightful.
I honestly still haven’t quite got my head around the fact that we have four of them. Exactly as I anticipated in the first post on this blog way back in 2008, nothing is ever simple. The house, the car, holidays for six, all these things continue to be as much of a challenge as I ever thought they’d be. But those are the practical things. The really hard part is trying, and for the most part failing, to be a good parent to four individual people. Finding the time to give any of them any individual attention. Trying to balance the responsibilities of a being stay-at-home dad with running a business that can afford to provide them with the lives they deserve.
Ten years sounds like a long time, but it’s all gone by in the blink of an eye, and every day the challenges of managing this giant family are as fresh and surprising as they were that day in the clinic. We’re very lucky. I’m married to the best wife and mother in the world, who makes me proud every day. We have incredibly supportive parents and families. And the boys themselves are all amazing in their own ways: clever, creative, talented, and very very handsome!
But it never stops being exhausting.
I’d love to think writing this will spur me into keeping this blog more up to date, but I know in reality that’s very unlikely to happen. So if you’re still around, come back and check on us again in a few years’ time.