The other day I got really down on myself about how much I was yelling at my triplets. It seemed like not a day was passing where I wasn’t expressing frustration or anger. If the constant fighting wasn’t triggering me, it was the way they managed to make a 30 second process take 30 minutes. Now listen, my kids are really good. They listen fairly well and are independent, sometimes to a fault. Graded on a 4-year-old curve, I would say they are pretty great. But even on vacation I found their gross stalling galling. During a time I hypothetically am at my most relaxed, I couldn’t handle how something as simple as getting swim trunks on required the intervention of the National Guard. Thankfully, I was buoyed by others – or enjoyed a bit of schadenfreude at least– when I posted my personal disappointment on a Facebook group for triplet dads. Turns out, it wasn’t just me. Lots of Dads felt the same way. One of them was on a two-d...
We tried for one, and we ended up with a bushel of fun.