“I can’t like that!”
“He’s touching me.”
“I ‘m gonna do it!”
“No, I’m gonna do it!”
Sometimes, living with 3-year-old triplets makes me want to invest in a good pair of noise-cancelling headphones and lock myself in the bathroom.
Now that the kids are 3, a lot of things have gotten simpler for our family. There are no more bottles. Cloth diaper laundry is a thing of the past. They can tell me when they are sick or hurting. On the whole, the workload has gone down and the sleep deprivation has eased up a bit.
Sounds great, right?
Not really. It’s just a different kind of hard. It used to be the volume of work associated with triplet babies and toddlers that I found to be the most challenging. Now, instead of being run-down from constant chores, I am emotionally exhausted.
Imagine this scenario:
We are on our way out the door. Everyone is dressed and ready to go. We’re actually on time(-ish).
Then, I turn around and my daughter has pulled out her bow, removed her shoes and has her dress around her waist screaming, “I wanna wear the strawberries!”
Of course, I didn’t understand what she was screaming until the 14th time she said it. Diction goes out the window when they scream-cry. (Also, she vehemently rejected the strawberry dress when I offered it to her as an option previously.)
Meanwhile, the other two have decided that there is only one book in the entire universe that is worth having and they both want it. They’re screaming and tugging back and forth until the book breaks free and the unlucky child falls and smacks his head against a wall.
One minute previously, I was on top of my mommy game. Now I have an injured child, a naked child, and a child running away with the prized book in her hands.
I spend the next 15 minutes redressing one daughter, wrangling another, and consoling my son. We’re ready again.
Then my son poops his pants.
When they were smaller, and I was feeling overwhelmed, I tried to lean on gratitude to get me through. Now, I seek patience.
I try to remember that these three irrational humans are just learning about this world. They don’t understand that not everything is fair or equal. That mommy can’t be in three places at once. That we can’t eat at Chick-fil-a on Sundays.
And while it can be insanely frustrating, having three 3-year-olds can also be a little magical.
“Dance with me, mommy.”
“Hold me, mommy.”
“Read to me.”
“I want a hug and a kiss.”
“I love you, mommy-daddy.”
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