On a conservative estimate that means (assuming that M and L ask fewer than S and A, being respectively younger and older, and admitting that while L's questions are generally more complicated, - "Mummy, if all clouds are made of water, why don't all clouds make rain?" - M's are generally still variations on the theme of "What Mummy doin'?" and therefore easier to handle*) I am probably answering, on a non-school day (and every day for the eight months prior to that when I had two non-school-attending four-year-old girls in the house), an average of, I reckon, somewhere north of 1000 questions a day.
Is it any wonder I spend a lot of the time thinking "I can't win".?
Generally, of course, it works out ok. But I realised yesterday there's one time you can't, ever, win with children. One question you can't ever get right.
When do we leave?
There you are, having a lovely time at the swimming pool, everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves (apart from the parents, because clearly having four small children of various levels of swimming
But they don't want to. So whinging ensues. Even despite the promise of fish and chips on the beach. And, as everyone knows, whinging leads to irritation, which leads to more whinging, which leads to crossness, which leads inexorably back to whinging...
|Yes, this was yesterday. In Scotland|
Until they get overtired and have had too much....
See what I mean? You can't win.
There must be a sweet spot. A glimpse of a passing micro moment of a millisecond, when they and you are simultaneously ready to leave. But I've never found it, or worked out how to identify it.
I can't imagine anyone else has, either.
*and not many of them are as amusing as these (can't say I've ever been asked for my opinion on air) - which inspired me to go and look up the stat (which I'd remembered but not blogged about before. Thanks to Ms Carrot Crush for that.