After things have calmed down a bit, I thought I should add this addendum to the previous post lest you get the wrong idea. Life with three kids is crazy sometimes, mostly manageable, but crazy. Nevertheless, it is not the kids per se that makes it that, just the demands of motherhood in specific, and life in general. My kids are great and I love them collectively and separately.
Even when they draw all over my bedroom wall with markers.
Or push their sister down the slide that's perched precariously at the top of the stairs just to see "what would happen."
It's a good thing they are so dang cute, but I still love being a mom.
Even when they draw all over my bedroom wall with markers.
Or push their sister down the slide that's perched precariously at the top of the stairs just to see "what would happen."
It's a good thing they are so dang cute, but I still love being a mom.
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