Another Exercise in Futility

We got three diapers changed. Put on 6 socks and shoes. Struggled with hats, coats, and mittens for three toddlers. Tried to keep the smaller two from climbing the stairs. It was crazy, but we finally got out the door.

Out the door and over to the car. Then it was keeping an eye on three kids who were fascinated with the street and the door's locks, while trying to fit two more carseats into the backseat. We pushed. We pulled. There was just no way to make it work. And that's when the screams began.

The first was from my son. The second was mine.

Just another reason why I am totally happy with two.