This was me, this morning:
And, quite honestly, me most days.
I’ll confess, I’m not exactly the most patient person in the world, but I’m also not the least patient. Prior to parenthood, I had a lot of patience. I popped out two kids and boom, my patience has dwindled.
Still, I’ll ask nicely about seven times before losing my cool. Seven is a good number, and it’s understandable that I would loose my shit after asking something seven times.
Lately, the battle here has been toys. Always with the toys. Both kids will dump every single one of them out, then put up the worst fight when it comes time to clean it up. It’s at the point where I dread having any toys out at all, because it’s only a matter of time before they are all out and I’m going head to head with both kids about cleaning up, my sanity ripped away by the incessive whining and crying about. All the “I don’t wanna do it. Not right now. I will later. I can’t hear you! You can’t make me!” chiseling away at my nerves.
I try to take deep breaths, I try to leave the room until I’ve calmed down but even after I’ve returned and am back to gentle talking and requesting for help and explaining WHY we need to clean up after ourselves, they immediately fight me on it.
Sigh. They’re both at testy ages, really testy ages. Every day is a contest….let’s see how long it takes mom to go ballistic. (Answer: not long).
That aside, it’s still cold out, in case you haven’t seen the mulitple status updates about it on your friends pages.
How am I beating cold? That’s simple, really….I’m staying inside and Nolan’s getting driven to school and picked up from school. In a warm car. So, fun.
Now, it’s time for me to start doing some work. (Writing and Scentsy wise).
Stay warm, or stay off Facebook (apparently, or so said the social media police).