When Will This Be Over?

I guess I am really naïve. I have always heard how difficulty two-year-olds are. Nobody ever warned me how challenging three can be. Grammy is a pre-school teacher and I remember on a recent visit her looking over the Big One’s head at me and saying, “She’s a tester.”

In other words, the Big One is going to push every boundary to see how much she can get away with. The Husband had a three-day weekend this past weekend. Last night after the girls were in bed, he gave me a hug and say, “They are exhausting.” I had to laugh because we have a long-standing debate on whether or not he could actually handle being home with them all day if I was working. I don’t think he can, but he is convinced that it would be “so fun” and that I am exaggerating about the challenges.

Anyway this was about the Big One, not the Husband’s fantasy world. The first thing I heard from her this morning was:

“MOMMY…. GET IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW!!…. MOMMY, GET IN HERE!!”

I kid you not she was screaming this at me this morning. I was getting some laundry started before I got them out of bed. She obviously heard that I was upstairs and started bellowing instructions at me. At first I laughed at her brashness and then I got a bit annoyed because then Little One started mimicking her. So now I have two wonderful, loving, beautiful, smart little girls yelling orders at me.

They are still in bed. . .

Okay so they aren’t really still in bed, but I should have left them there. I did wait several minutes until after the screaming had stopped before getting them up. I hope for the Big One’s sake that that was an isolated incident or she will be spending quite a bit more time in bed.