You Know You're A Mom of Three When...

• You take a cross country flight with only one of the three to attend a funeral and kind of feel like you're on vacation.
• You can successfully nurse a baby, read to one child, put another in timeout, and eat a bowl of ice cream (all at the same time).
• You go through about four different names before you finally hit the one you're meaning to say.
• You haven't slept through the night in about four and a half years (and find it odd that people actually DO sleep through the night).
• You honestly forget the existence of the third child--at least once a day (sorry, Daisy).
• You fully condone bribery as an effective parenting method.
• You can remember every word to the Handy Manny theme song but can't for the life of you remember where you put your car keys.
• You really feel like you're dressing up and looking good when you manage to put mascara on.
• You'll drive on the shoulder rough to 'make the car go gas' just to hear your three year old bust up laughing...and then you'll forget and do it when he's not in the car, and YOU will bust up laughing.
• You feel like if you say "Let's be sweet" one more time today, you might just punch a wall.
• You know, deep inside, that giving them each other is by far the best gift you ever could have given your kids.
• You finally embrace the fact that you are officially a mother...and then it hits you: holy crap, there are three of them!
• You smile at first time mothers a tiny bit condescendingly (for shame!) because you never realized how easy a newborn was until you had a toddler.
• You get all three to bed in the evening and think to yourself, "Man, I could totally do four"--and then 6 am comes around and you have three in your bed and you think to yourself, "Whose stinking idea was it to have three?" Oh yeah. Mine.
• You get those moments...you know those moments...when nothing in the world could be as important as what you're doing in that moment. And everything is okay for another day.

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