It's Easy Being an Adult

"Mummy" says Minttu when I pick her up from nursery, "can I sit in the front?"
"Yes OK."

Nisha makes her bed on the roof of the playhouse

"That's not fair!" complains Niko. "She sat in the front this morning."
"Did she?" I ask, not really concerned who sat in the front or when.
"Yes she did, so she shouldn't sit in the front again."
"Do we need to argue about this?" I ask.
"Yes." replies Niko. "She always gets to sit in the front. "It's not fair."
"Well let's just say that today is her turn. Tomorrow can be yours. OK?" (foolishly thinking for a moment that the issue is resolved).
Minttu climbs proudly into the front seat and Niko goes resignedly into the back. But it's not over.

"When can I sit in the front?" Luca suddenly chips in. "Why do the others always get to sit in the front and I never do?" Oh no.
"Is this really important?" I ask them, not understanding why we are having an argument before we have even got into the car.
"Yes." They all say. I get it. Being in the front of the car is important. Very.

At home we sit down at the kitchen table and I give them each a plate.
"But I wanted the pink one," says Minttu.
"Well I've got the pink one and you can't have it." Niko says defiantly.
"Why can't Minttu have the pink plate, Niko?"
"Because I want it."
"Can Minttu have it? She likes pink....."
"No."
"Niko, does it really matter what colour plate you have?"
"Yes." they all say.

Dinner finally over, we walk into the living room where the boys have spent the previous day creating a "house" out of sheets, pillows and duvets. I was forced to promise not to touch it and I have kept my word. When I was last in the house, their creation was exactly as they had left it. However, it no longer is.

"MUMMY!!! OUR HOUSE HAS COLLAPSED!!!"
"I haven't touched it!" I cry defensively. Because I really haven't.
"But it's fallen down!"
"It wasn't me," I assure them, feeling as though I've been accused of a serious crime. "How do you think it happened?"
And then I walk in to find the answer.
"Because the dog's sitting on the roof....."

There was me, thinking that it was adult problems that were the really difficult ones. Forms, bills, unemployment, health issues, taxes...the kind of thing we all have to deal with and wish we could forget. But today was a very good reminder, that life for us grown-ups is easy. It is SERIOUSLY hard when you are under seven. When you are small there's a problem around every corner, Sitting in the front, pink plates, dogs on your playhouse....you never know when the next challenge is going to occur. I'm going to bed this evening feeling relieved to be an adult. Let's just hope I can help my children resolve the challenges of tomorrow :)