The only story on my mind today is the amazing discovery of three women in Ohio who had been missing for more than 10 years. Details are still sketchy but it appears they were held against their will for all that time by a former school bus driver(!). The best part is Charles Ramsey, a neighbor who helped them escape after responding to Amanda Berry’s screams. He is brave and selfless and funny as hell and I think he’s awesome. The interview with him is an instant classic.
I can’t imagine what these women and their loved ones must be feeling. Just incredible.
On a lighter note, a recent survey of moms found that those with three children were more stressed than those with one, two, and even four or more children.
“There’s just not enough space in your head” for perfectionism when you get to four or more kids, Taylor said. For example, she recalls with her fourth child she didn’t bother with things like obsessively covering all the outlets with safety plugs. “It just gets to be survival!” she joked. Plus, she thinks moms hit a groove once they get past the outnumbered phase of having three kids and into the seriously outnumbered territory of four or more.
“The more children you have, the more confident you become in your parenting abilities,” Taylor said. “You have to let go… and then you’re just thankful when they all get to school on time.”
I will admit that I’ve always thought that either two or four kids seems to be the ideal amount, but that might be because I’ve got a thing for even numbers 😆 I think I also bought into the myth of the troublesome middle child (being one of three kids, with a troublesome middle sibling, didn’t help).
In the end I was willing to try for a third (and because of my age, final) child, but was unsuccessful. Now I will think about the silver lining: lower stress levels! 😉
What say you? Does three seem like the most stressful amount? Or have you had three and found bliss?
What else is on your mind? Chat away!