A lot of people told me that child #3 was the hardest. They said it was the one that would put you over the edge and that if I could do 3 kids, then I may as well go to 10.I don't know if the transition has been hard, but it sure is busy. And I have had to let some things go. Just ask the three framed pictures sitting on my living room floor waiting for months to be hung.
So what did I do? Grab my camera. Because if I'm heading over the edge, at least I want to document it.
And for the record, my own socks DID match that day. That's something that will probably change if we spring for child #4, though.