I never thought that having children would be so much work.
Do not get me wrong; I love my children to death, and they are worth all of the work. Being a parent is just a little difficult at times. I have three children. Our oldest is twelve, and our youngest is four. My four year old has been going through one of those tough stages. Everyone talks about the “terrible twos”, but I honestly think that my son has had a harder time while being four than while being two. He is trying to do his own thing which is awesome, but he gets himself into trouble quite often. A few weeks ago, my husband and I began noticing that the house was much warmer than usual. I checked the thermostat, and it was set higher than we usually keep it. I ask all three of my children if they had touched the thermostat, and all three of them said that they did not touch it. About three days later, the thermostat was changed again. I asked my children once again if they had touched the thermostat, and they all said that they had not. I was so frustrated because the house was literally twenty degrees warmer than what I had set the thermostat to. After three weeks of this happening every three or four days, I caught my youngest son standing on a chair and adjusting the thermostat. He was the culprit. I could not believe how he timed it because I am almost always watching him. He did it while I was doing dishes in the kitchen. I am glad we finally figured out who was adjusting it though.