Mornings are always manic in our household. My three stepchildren, Madeleine, 15, Milly, 13, and Melody, 12, fight for the bathroom, my husband Oscar makes toast before he heads off to work, and I try to persuade our 21-month-old triplets to eat breakfast while trying to dress our three-year-old daughter, Mathilda, at the same time.
But, although the chaos continues all day, I cherish every minute of our crazy family life. For a long time, I never thought I’d have a single child, let alone seven.
Growing up as an only child, I’d always loved company and had imagined myself having a family for as long as I can remember.
I also wanted a career so, in my 20s, I became a cabin crew member for an airline and did…