"You have SIX kids? Holy cow. How do you do it?"
I actually hear this, or something very similar, on a fairly regular basis. It seems that having six kids is equivalent to having two heads or a third eyeball. You should see the looks we get. In response to this question I answer one of the following:
"Sometimes I don't do it."
"One day at a time."
And sometimes I just smile and nod. It's not like I woke up one day and suddenly had six kids. It was gradual (I'm not the octomom), and I've made adjustments. I also think many women underestimate themselves.
The next thing I hear is, "I could NEVER do it. I can barely handle my (insert # of children here)."
"Sometimes I can't either."
"Yup. It's definitely busy."
"I felt the same way when I had (insert # of children person has)."
It's true. It's always hard to imagine handling more than you currently have.
I must admit that at times it probably does look like utter chaos. And sometimes that's exactly what it is. But it's not like I'm some superwoman with mad patience. I've just made adjustments. The old phrase "Don't sweat the small stuff" rings very true when you are outnumbered six to one. The house isn't pristine, the laundry is a constant battle and sleep deprivation is just the norm.
The awesome thing is that I wouldn't trade it for anything.
"Are you happy?" I get this one with looks of consternation.
I read an article recently debating happiness in families with or without children as well as with larger numbers of children. Now there's a great debate. My response to all the people that think having children brings misery upon a marriage and the world is this: Having children is not easy. But true happiness does not come from easy, it comes from hard work. Children will bring more sorrow, and more joy than anything else you will ever accomplish in your life. Are we happy? Absolutely. Is it hard? You betcha. Is every moment like skipping through the daisies? Not even close.
The world at large needs to reevaluate what happiness truly is. And yes, I am happy.