Our lives have officially been taken over by the mob. They may only be three and a half but they are tight little gang full of demands and threats of the naughty corner to anyone who dares to questions them.
It doesn’t help that we are stuck in the house on half term and in lockdown. It’s quite a stressful situation to be in. It also doesn’t help that there are three of them, bouncing off each other.
It’s times like this I recall other parents commenting that they’d love to have triplets! They must be insane. No one in their right mind would wish for triplets. Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t change our situation for the world. But make no mistake it’s tough going. It’s not for the faint of heart
They are at an age where being sassy, naughty and irritable is the norm. They wind each other up for fun and ignore us with grins on their faces. There is nowhere to run or hide from them. We can’t even lock ourselves in the bathroom without them breaking in! We are all stuck under one roof doing our best to raise them in the principles of love and tolerance.
We are told it’s just a phase they are going through. I hope this is true. They are a real test of patience at times. And other times they play nice together. One toddler is probably a handful but God felt I had much to learn from having three. Who says he doesn’t have a sense of humour.
Milo the dog hides all day and Frankie locks herself away in her room until the triplets bedtime. They are both wise to be out of the way.
I take comfort in that I’m told it gets much easier when they reach 45. Until that day we have our work cut out for us. There are tough days and hard days with the occasional smooth ride. Our reality is one of stress. Relentless, intense stress. And we are blessed in every way.