Hi there world!
I’m Katrina, although I do prefer to be called Trins! I am the mummy of Four living breathing, some tiny and others not so tiny, people and of one beautiful angel girl who I wish was here to cuddle along with her brothers and sisters. The rascals I call children go by the names of Patrick(13), Liam(4 ½), Kara (3yrs) and Talia (17 months). My angel girl is Isabelle (5 ½ ).
I don’t like to judge a book
by its cover because far too often that cover looks a little like me! People
will look at me and say "Oh you’re too young to be a mother of an thirteen
year old" without realising I was only seventeen when I found out I would
be a mother a lot sooner than I thought. I have what people call life experience. I have been married twice now, once when I was eighteen and the other more recently when I was twenty-five, I have been divorced once. I have buried a child and given life to five of them. I have been a working mum and now a studying mum. I have dealt with four very strong willed children who also have had obstacles of their own before they have even settled into the world. All four of them were born tongue-tied and poor Liam had to have minor surgery when he was just six months old.
I try really hard to balance my house and my kids but most of the time, at the moment anyway, I am too tired to care about anything beyond the floor being clean enough for my youngest to crawl on, and having something out for dinner so that when I don’t get to take that nap I always want in the afternoons I don’t have to do much in the thinking department.
Most nights I work on three hours sleep, my kids are most definitely clingy and usually I’m the one they are attached to. We have a nice bedtime routine, bath, teeth, story, prayers, story again and then a fight to get to the door before the four year old realises he is about to be told it is sleep time. Then it’s time to try and get the girls down. This is a much easier routine, as they had a bath with their brother it’s a case of singing twinkle twinkle little star about a hundred times.
The nutter that married me is called many things at 2am but mostly his name is Brian.
Brian is my rock. Fellow singer of nursery rhymes and the occasional Iron Maiden or Kiss song if I leave him rocking the kids for too long. Without him I would be a little or a lot less sane and I’m glad I don’t have to live in a world where he doesn’t.
Well I have to go help my pre-teen with his geography assignment, turnhe wiggles back on and start studying for my exams :) wish me luck!
Until next time
Trins!
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