The triplets are going rogue!

For the last 8 years, Wes and I have made all decisions for the girls.

What they wear, what they do, what they eat, where they go... it was all decided by us.

Well, maybe mostly me. Wes doesn't really care about what they wear... or what they eat... or what they do. Ok, he helps decide where they go. Sometimes.

Ever since they were little babies, I have matched them. Not because I am a control freak but because it makes it easier for me.

And really, isn't that what it's all about?

Every self-respecting, EXPERIENCED, mother of multiples knows the reasons for this:

1. I can spot them easily in a crowd. And count... 1,2,3. 1,2 uh-oh... where is 3. It's always 3!

2. I know if there is an outfit missing when it comes to laundry. I am in the habit of counting articles of clothing as I put them in the washer. "One purple shirt, two purple shirts... Girls, I am missing a purple shirt." "Here it is mom, I found it in the Lego box." (Don't ask, it just happens!)

3. There is less fighting that way. Nothing to fight over... Oh really, you don't like green? Too bad, the other 2 dresses are green too!

We have a rhythm. We have a flow. We have a pecking order.

UNTIL...

Kennedy decided to cut her hair and McLaine and Andie decided not to.

WHAT? I was in a panic... We can't have 1 with short hair and 2 with long?

The earth will stop spinning on its axis. Time will stand still. This will affect so many lives!!

But as the supportive, non control-freak parent that I am... I simply said "Ok." Although I was secretly hoping the other 2 would change their minds.

I kept suggesting it, encouraging it.

But they didn't.

And now... we have started a downhill spiral.

Everybody is wanting their own voice. They have found independence! AGHHHH!

McLaine has decided she wants to play baseball. Alone.

Kennedy wants to cheer and do a bake sale.

Andie is holding out for basketball. (She found out there is no bowling league in our little town) Phew, did we luck out there!

There is complete pandemonium breaking out in the Seagraves household and I have to stop this train!

I want to go back to when they were little and just wanted "juice pweese".

I want to go back to the matching outfits.

I want to go back to stifling their creativity.

I am afraid... I am very afraid.