
Got up this morning and cleaned really well. Sorted out the toys bins as usual (a little OCD coming through). Left Emerson alone for a minute and she started to dump them out. I could handle two little ones running about with one stationary kid, but three seems to be too much. The world seems made for two kids. I have two hands, there are two places in the shopping cart for kids, things divide easily into two, two matching outfits is cheaper than three, and I think my kids played better when there was just two in the mix. I am so blessed to have three wonderful daughters and I would not trade any of them, but it is just hard to be out numbered sometimes.