Terrible Threes

This poem pretty much sums it all up for us lately...grrrr.....

There was a little girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead;

And when she was good

She was very, very good,

But when she was bad she was horrid


— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Those of you with three year olds, does it not feel like you are living with Jeckle and Hyde sometimes?? Because quite frankly, I feel like I am, and she is dragging me over to the dark side right alongside her! eek