Three has been rough around here. Really rough. Whoever said two was terrible should be shot. All they've done is make you so excited to hit three and then BAM it's a million times worse than two ever was right off the bat.
Case in point...
Preston just told me, "You're driving me insane".
He then counted down, "Five, four, three, two, one".
After which he promptly told me, "Okay, it's time for a timeout."
Can you tell what phrases have been popular in our house lately?
Oh yes, three has been rough. And we're only a month in a half in.