But what I find grinds me down about this mother of three under 5 caper is the constant and repetitious malarky of trying to encourage the less small one to be in the same room as the other two smaller ones without Oscar winning, highly dramatic meltdowns. I know it's a phase. I know it's a personality thing. I know it will pass. I know that as they get bigger they will be less inclined to annoy the hell out of her. But, it's been two years. I'm over it. I'm running out of patient voice. I'm low on understanding. I'm silent screaming in my bathroom. I'm perusing the chocolate aisle with greater regularity. I'm making whatever signs behind backs. I'm so freaking mature.
So as a reminder to myself, I present two very recent moments, captured, recorded and aahed over - where my smalls coexisted and had a good time. Just in case.