I won't even discuss with you the new found reverence I have for moms of two-plus children. Let's just say all your sweatsuits, bad hair, and lateness make sense.
I totally get it.
But combine that with a blooming three year old with a wild imagination and a penchant for getting into every single thing (most of which no person let alone three year old should really ever get into) and you've got yourself a big old basket of hell.
It's not like I didn't hear it from every single person with a kid. I swear. Strangers will randomly come up to you.
"Oh. Two is nothing. Wait until they hit three!"
And then you roll your eyes and think they're ridiculous and you go back to trying to figure out how to make your semi-verbal toddler stay in time out because "like omg they are totally driving me nuts."
HAHAHAHA. HA. Haha.
But then your toddler nears three. THREE. It's like they are posessed with a combination of creativity and naughtiness that equals huge messes. Gigantic messes of crap everywhere.
And they try to rationalize every single thing - bedtime, mealtime, cleanup time. Holy cripes. It's really quite uncanny.
"I'm not good at cleaning up mommy. I'm too slow."
"I'm dirty mommy. I can't clean up."
Seriously, it's really quite unbelievable that stuff that she comes up with and on some days, I actually believe her. I'm being mind-trapped by a three-year-old.
Oh and PS -- don't ever leave her alone ever again for longer than 2 seconds because not only will she take bites out of your butter but she will totally unroll the toilet paper, shred her book pages into "birthday cards mommy just for you!," and empty out an entire container of buttons all over your bed.
I vascillate between giggling at her and being incredibly frustrated. I'm happy that she's imaginative -- I just wish her imaginary friend was just a bit neater and didn't decide to use the entire roll of toilet paper as "her beach towel."
So, to all you people who warned me about three. YOU WIN.
Anything else you care to share?