If you're considering joining the circus that is being a parent of three, listen up. Not everyone is qualified for such a demanding job. You need toughness, stamina, and resilience. You must be willing to sacrifice all the things you've come to enjoy, including (but certainly not limited to) your own personal space and your sanity. You need a huge car and an even bigger bank account. And you better have room for all that food. Ahead, a few more points to ponder before securing your starring role in the sh*tshow.
Child care, groceries, camps, clothes . . . see ya later, disposable income.
Crying, yelling, whining, fighting: you'll get used to it.
Show me a small SUV that can fit three car seats in one row and I'll give you my firstborn.
You have no choice but to buy in bulk.
Surprise! Someone is sick . . . again.
Gotta have somewhere to put all that frozen food!
Nope, not even your bedroom is your own.
Seriously, where does all the stuff come from?!
Because you're always just seconds away from major meltdown status.
Forget how much it costs to take five people out to dinner! It's not even fun when they're all crawling on the floor and spilling things.
It's pretty hard not to lose your sh*t sometimes.
The clean-up is nonstop.
Packing for five people is one thing . . . paying for it is another.
And you like leftovers.
You'd think with everything out all the time, they'd be able to find it themselves.
And kisses. And hand-holding. And being jumped on, sat on, and stuck at the bottom of a dogpile. Sure, with three someone is constantly touching you, but it also means you get triple the love.