another eternal truth of motherhood

at least for me…

why is it that taking care of any number of kids that is one less than your total number of kids seems like an utter, total walk in the park? 

One seems hard till you have two. Two until you have three. And so on. But it works even better in reverse. 

If any one of my children are not around– Maggie’s naptime, Connor out at a birthday party– I feel like I have won the lottery. My other two children will play quietly and get along famously and peace will reign- until the third child re-enters the picture.

I know that I am not alone in this because my sister-in-law, visiting recently with her two older kids, said this was a wonderful break–  not just for her, but for my brother-in-law, who was home with “just the twins.” Oh, you know, just two-year-old twins. What a breeze for him. Practically a weekend off. But I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. (Although maybe our standards of what is “easy” become a little lower with each subsequent sibling.)

How about you? Have you observed this phenomenon in your home?