THREE...is evil

The age of 3 sucks.

I love kids. Really and truly, watching them move through life is one of my greatest joys. That said, 3 can bite me.

Three year olds are basically The Worst. They're opinionated, yet indecisive. They're independent, yet incompetent. They're loving and venomous. They're a paradigm, wrapped in an enigma.

Right now, I have my 3 year old (he'll be four at the end of the month, but is SO THREE), and a 2 year old who will be three at the end of May. Two three year olds is about enough to do me in.

Our breakfast menu is set, here. M/W, it's eggs, bacon/sausage, and toast/biscuits/fruit. Tu/Th, it's cold cereal. Friday is always pancakes. It may be blueberry/chocolate chip/banana, but it's pancakes.

C will, inevitably, b!t@# about our breakfast menu, but wait until I'm done cooking to do it.

While I get that kids are totally allowed to change their minds, and that it's a healthy part of childhood to encourage independence and growth and all that jazz...I'm not a short order cook. I LITERALLY can't accommodate his specific breakfast wishes, because if I do that, I'm left with the REST of the kids. They'll ALL want something different. I have to be a jerk about it.

I don't want this to turn in to yet another "KIDS SUCK" post. I want it to be clear, that there are a myriad of childhood stages that I adore. I love snuggling newborns. I love watching toddlers learn to navigate their world. I love seeing preschool-aged kids learn to write their names, spell colors, identify numbers...3 though?

The age of three can bite me.

With all five of my children, I've wanted to GIVE THEM AWAY at age three. It's awful.

WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING STARTING THIS BUSINESS? I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THREE YEAR OLDS!!!!

*woooooooooooosaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

I know, intuitively, that three is not the end of the world. It's really hard though, yo. Harder than any age above, thus far. Our oldest girl is 14 and our oldest boy is 7. 3 is still The Worst. :-/