On a serious note.

Most days go extremely well. Some just don't. Since the beginning of time, every mother out there has had a few moments of complete, utter, insane, exasperation. Often these moments are preceded by...spitting food, whining, not eating, playing in throw-up, crying, and not napping...for me. It's funny how some days it's funny, some it's an inconvenience...and some you want to go and run and hide under the table because it all seems like too much. How does that happen? If I knew I would be rich from writing self-help books. There are other factors, of course. Not sleeping well, hormones, hunger, fatigue, all good things on which to blame the lack of tolerance.

Men don't get it. They just don't. I'm sure they have felt the same short-temper at some time in their lives, but they just don't seem to dredge up that particular memory when you are venting to them at 8:00 in the morning...already...literally an hour and a half after waking up. I'm also fairly certain the only thing on any sane husband's mind at this point is to get the hell off of the phone as quickly and nicely as possible. Can't say he's not smart.

But then, at the end of my day, God gave me a little reminder at how very lucky I am to be living in every single moment-both good and bad. I have three healthy, beautiful, perfect little people...who can be pains...but at least at this point they don't mean to be...they are just simply being babies.

I just read about another triplet Mom who delivered her babies at 26 weeks and 4 days, and one of her boys passed away after 4 days. It just stopped me. I felt so terrible that I had let myself get so frustrated. I felt sad that I could let myself even go there. I felt thankful for each moment the day had brought me. I felt hopeful for tomorrow. I felt happy that I not only get to feel each difficulty of being a mother of three, but I get to feel every joy, every touch, and every piece of food that hits me in the face. It's all good. It's all part of it.

Besides, there will be a day when they are not babies. There will be a time when they are five and they are deliberately doing things they know they should not. They will be teenagers some day who deliberately don't do things they should. Someday I will not be the center of their world and then I will really be sad.

I'm counting my three blessings right now. I'm hoping that tomorrow brings a better attitude, better insight, and a better way to handle the emotions that come with trying to raise little beings that have their own minds. I'm only good at so much...but I want to be the very best at this that I can possibly be. Is that really too much to ask? Probably.

Can you believe it's even possible to have a short temper with these dreamy eyes...

Or this cute little butt....

Or this sweet little smile?

I certainly can't...now that they are tucked nicely in bed for the next 12 hours....