Today

was one of those days....

one that I thought back

to those commercials

"Cal-gone, take me away"....

and truly now know

how that woman in the tub felt...

one of those days

where my husband

reminded me that we are halfway through

"the terrible twos"....

(I reminded him that

numerous people have told us 3 is

more

difficult)....

one of those days

where I count down

the hours till bedtime....

one of those days where

I didn't dare

make any plans

knowing the outcomes

would not be positive.

but, we HAD to get groceries.

 I thought we could make it

in and out

quick.

They love the little car

usually that keeps them happy...

but it was only 10am

and they were already grounded

from snacks....

so, I couldn't use that.

About halfway through

our trip

I hear it

the screams.

I look down,

big guy has baby

in a headlock.

they are just playing

laughing,

but I know it will turn bad fast

I tell him to let go

he won't

baby is turning red

still smiling

hanging out one window

his brothers legs

sticking out the other.

i finally get them

separated

pull big guy out

by his coat.

he is dangling there

as a lady walks by

smiling.

You better keep walking lady

nothing to see here...

my kids both have

socks AND shoes on!

but she just smiles at the scuffle.

I am embarrassed,

mad,

frustrated.

as I swing big guy into the cart

in a way

that won't

win me any

mother of the year

awards.

she laughs.

"oh great, go ahead lady

tell me what you think"....

I am SO DONE with this day....

this is all I need....

"My son has triplets,

all boys,

around that age.

I know what you are going through".

THANK YOU!

Someone without a critical word.

All I could muster

as we all 3 stood wide-eyed

staring at her....

"God bless him".

I threw everything and everyone into the car

sped home,

and threw them into bed

for much needed naps.

Although the woman at the store lifted

my spirits some,

I was still mad

at myself

for the events of the day.

I wish I could

handle these situations better,

or stop them altogether.

I wish I could be the mom

I dream of being.

I feel so guilty

for wishing away

my time with them,

I am so lucky to have it.

I think I am really

screwing up these boys.

I curled onto the couch

to escape into a book,

first doing some

face book reading.

A friend had just posted



this article.

Coincidence??

Maybe....

but it sure helped.

It is good to know

we are not alone!

love, the rockinryans