Having a big family is a lot of fun. There is always something happening. There is always someone to play with. There is tons of love. There is very seldom time for boredom. There is help when it comes to cleaning. Holidays are wonderful.
It's also hard at times. Grocery shopping always requires more than one shopping cart. There is lots of screaming. There aren't very many quiet moments. There is tons of fighting. There are loads of laundry. Money is tight at times. Despite having more than one bathroom, there is always a line for it.
But in my meager opinion having such a big family is probably the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Well, that and meeting the man that has made having said family possible ;)
Which leads me to the one thing that tops my list of dreaded chores when it comes to having a big family - going through the clothes. We don't have enough dressers (space wise) or closets for everyone's clothes and that means going through and packing up clothes for the different seasons. I also have to go through and see what fits whom and who needs what new clothes. What can be tossed out, given away, or saved for the next kid. I think this is the most horrid job that exists, but it needs to be done...and twice a year at that (maybe if it was just once it wouldn't be quite so bad, eh? - nah, I think I would still hate it lol).
Through the years, I had a little storage shed out back that was filled through the brim with Rubbermaid totes of clothes. We're talking over 40 boxes at one point (yep, I counted). Now that the kids are getting bigger and I am no longer saving clothes that are smaller than the youngest girl and boy (no more babies/kids for me to save them for) the number of boxes have been dwindling down. Although I still have quite a few to go through. And let's add to the fact that the kids hate going through the boxes as well...they hate that I make them try on everything to see what fits and what I can try and save for the next season. I can't say that I blame them, because it is a pain in the butt. And quite frankly it can get chaotic despite trying several ways of organizing these things. But what's a girl to do, but just deal with it...ya know?!