Yes, They Are All Mine.

And no, they don’t have different dads.

Over the years I have had many a strange look from the general public while out with my brood.   When they were younger we did take on the appearance of the Pied Piper with a gaggle of little rugrats trailing behind, but these days it is much less likely that we are out all together, so I had forgotten the age old questions and stares.    These days, the only regular evidence I have of them is my huge trolley full of food as I make my way around my local Aldi store once a week.   Perhaps mildly more offensive than the sidelong stares have been the comments regarding their parentage, although in all honesty, you’d have to be blind not to see the family resemblances in them all.  And, what does it matter anyway? The is reality, most people have been happy to see my small tribe, and even more so when they have spent time with them and observed their relatively good behaviour.

So, today is weekly trolley dash day.  I have got into the habit of planning meals for the week and writing shopping lists as it really helps when you’re on a budget.  I work out before hand how much I can afford to spend each week, and plan meals accordingly.   This means having to know at 6am on a Wednesday morning what food I’ll need for the week, so that I am ready to head to the supermarket as early as my youngest will allow (ie, when she’s gone to school).   Keeping children fed is a bit of a mission, as is keeping clothes clean and the house liveable.   I have realised that to manage all that, on top of my own work means I am up half an hour earlier now, than I was when I was at university full time.   It is just as well I am a workaholic, and that I enjoy it!  😀

Possibly the strangest thing of all in this house full of teenagers is how quiet it often is.  They are all so busy doing their own thing/working/studying/at college and school that it is easy to forget they were ever charging around screaming and shouting, or that I ever had to herd them all up and get them into the bath and bed.  Sometimes I miss the hustle and bustle of small children.  But mostly, I don’t.  (Peace mannn….).

So, yes, they are all mine, and my cupboards and refrigerator are full again, but not for long.

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About alisonleggatt

I'm a freelance artist and craft maker, full time single mother, and self confessed workaholic. View all posts by alisonleggatt

3 responses to “Yes, They Are All Mine.

  • chris white

    Great blog Alison.. x

  • thatfoodthing

    we are only two. just my dad and myself and i run the household. but food prices are crazy as always and i also run around with a list and estimated prices for each item. i do one large shopping trip for the month as most items can be frozen or are dried goods and then my weekly shoping trip is for buying things like tomatoes, cucumber, spinach, cottage cheese and bread.

  • truthaboutparenting

    I have four kids and I can’t believe how much food we go through! Yesterday I somehow managed to leave several bags of groceries at the store. I only noticed when I went to make a cup of tea last night and couldn’t find the tea. Then I noticed other items had gone astray. I went back today and they had listed my forgotten items in a book, so all I had to do was to go collect them off the shelves again. You know you are buying too much, when you don’t even notice several bags of shopping are missing!

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