Three and loving it, I think...well my friends tell me it will get better

I have three year old twins...[insert "how does she do it?" thoughts here]. That being said I signed up for the possibility of twins. I mean, I knew it was possible to have twins with in vitro {not Octo mom's version the normal just put in three eggs and keep your fingers crossed version,} but that story will have to wait for another time though.
I wanted to muse about what happened to my babies. Their loving coos, cuddling arms and gleeful giggles. Humph. It's seems they have been replaced with miniature tyrants. I've talked to my friends and it turns out they too have been taken over by miniature tyrants. Exactly at which point can the moment of insanity take over a first time mother?

I fear that my friends as well meaning as they were those long years ago {four to be exact, but who is counting?} may have sold me on this idea of the Hallmark family hook line and sinker with their adorable family Christmas cards and deceptively charming kids birthday parities--I mean who stays for the sugar aftermath if you're the youngish newly married couple?

So, my question is how much yoga will it take for me to regain the full capacity of my mind? When does three start being really fun--I mean they are fun, but when do they stop wanting to cage fight? When did they get opinions about the world and do they think Gaddafi would really listen to them?  and lastly, can one ever stop singing "I like to eat, eat apples and bananas"?