Someone tell me that 3 is easier than 2.
I always feel guilty for complaining about our days, especially since they should be one more little person busier than they already are but these two are running me ragged.
I am just hoping that the minute they turn 3 all will be calm and there will be no more squealing, fighting, climbing the walls, squeezing out the toothpaste, telling me no, dumping their food, throwing their diapers, refusing to get dressed/come inside/get in the car/clean up, etc., etc., etc.
I'm sure the age of 3 is not going to be the miracle cure but for my sanity I'm going to pretend it is.
In the meantime I will just try to keep playing the lyrics to "You're Gonna Miss This" over and over in my head.
That is if I can hear myself think through all the noise.