Three is the new Two

Haven't you heard? The Terrible Twos are now the Terrible Threes (not the same alliteration effect, but still...). And I have a class of three year-olds. Given, they are about to turn four, but it really doesn't matter. Today, there were two girls screaming (and I do mean SCREAMING) and crying about something simultaneously. When you only have eight kids and about 150 square feet, this gets loud and old really fast. One of the girls cried and screamed for a solid hour and a half. I thought she was going to make herself sick.

To get through the craziness, I set small goals for myself. Like "make it to snack" (which is 30 minutes away). If I make it there without going crazy, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I didn't make it to my lunch goal today, though. Went crazy before that. One kid has very selective hearing (I admire his impeccable skill with this), one throws an average of three tantrums a day, one refuses to play with any children (just hangs off my legs, literally), one NEVER stops talking (even when I'm talking to him), one refuses to keep his shoes on, one is that kid that can make trouble with any object within reach, and then two are precious. The only time I stop moving all day is when they are all asleep for about five minutes (then I have to wake up one because his mother doesn't want him taking a nap for more than an hour). My days are ridiculous. Just give me 3rd graders already.