Right before my daughter was born this summer and a few months before temporarily retiring (she's about to get right back in there), my mom decided that she was going to make a concerted effort to have the boys stay with her one weekend each month. She also decided that she was going to come to Philadelphia once a week whenever possible.
And I would like to report that she has been amazingly consistent. Amazing to me, because this has made the transition to three so much less of a frenzied shock. One weekend a month is enough to almost recover from some of those days that start with someone crying because they have to get dressed, someone crying that we're having oatmeal (or cereal, or eggs, etc.), someone refusing to eat altogether (that cute one in the purple), and someone deciding they have to poop just as I'm realizing that someone already has . . . as we were about to leave (10 minutes late).
I would just like to say a big "Thank you!" to all of the grandma's out there who are their daughters' pinch hitters! :)