Groundhog Day 2011? We've Got 3 Punxsutawney Phils.

We've got 3 Punxsutawney Phils.

So just two more days until anxious Americans receive a much-anticipated answer. Will this winter, which has already proven to be of epic proportions, continue for another six weeks? Or will spring (mercifully) arrive early this year? On Wednesday, a groundhog named Punxsutawney Phil will officially let us know. If he sees his shadow and returns to his hole, more winter is in store.

Which would be bad news for my wife and me. For we’ve already had a long enough winter. So long, in fact, that we abandoned our needy tribe this past weekend and holed up in an Atlanta hotel. We returned home yesterday, and the second we relieved the saint who kept our children all weekend, the triplets experienced what can best be described as a DEFCON 1 meltdown, the sheer magnitude of which would have sent ANYTHING back to its hole. That kind of ruckus is exactly what had sent us down to Atlanta in the first place, and now we were under siege once again, mere minutes after our return?

Talk about Groundhog Day.

Yep, our terrible trio were in full effect, alright. Playing harmoniously just moments before we arrived, our mere presence was all it took to set our toddlers off, each vying for mommy’s attention in his or her own tearful (and loud) way.

“I can’t take it,” my wife said to me, first with her mouth, and then with her eyes.

The batteries, which had just been recharged, were already perilously low again. Each child is different. And every parent experiences various ages differently, too. That said, my wife and I are on board with Heather. She wrote a post on Strollerderby just a few days ago entitled “Terrible Threes: Mom Happiness at 6 Months, Lowest at 3 Years.”

Her post generated a fantastic conversation among her many readers. Some couldn’t believe the study’s findings. A parent happiest with a screaming infant? As opposed to a toddler who is so close to being more or less autonomous? Well, call my wife and me crazy, but we both feel that 6 months was nothing compared to 3-1/2. That’s not to say we don’t have our fair share of wonderful moments. We do, indeed.

It’s just they’re usually interrupted by alarming meltdowns.

So, suffice it to say that we don’t need to watch the famous forecasting rodent on February 2. Because we have three such animals roaming about our home. And based on their recent actions, I’m afraid that six more weeks of snowy weather is a given, my friends.

For this seems destined to be our longest winter yet.

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