I have to get some thoughts out of my head. I feel like I’m losing my ever-lovin’ mind lately. I feel like my fuse is an inch long and my patience is tested
daily hourly minutely.
I am wearing a bib (per my kid’s instructions). I just found a lovely masterpiece on the wall done in crayon. I just refilled my coffee cup. Ben is climbing on my shoulder singing “bee-yowk! bee-yowk!” (milk! milk!). My hair resembles a birds’ nest (thank God buns are in right now).
I may or may not have just given myself a time out on the stairs to the attic.
I feel like I’ve been warmly welcomed to the stage of toddlerhood.
I can handle babies. And before someone gives me crap, having three kids isn’t the issue at all. Adam is the easiest. Night time wakings, growth spurts and marathon feedings, crying, diapers, none of them bother me in the slightest. Even when I’m puked on. I laugh in the face of bodily functions.
But with a three year old and a two year old on my hands, I feel like every day ends in tears (my tears), a nervous breakdown, and the feeling that I’m going insane. And maybe wanting a drink. Really badly. I hate the feeling of not being in control or being able to handle a situation, and every day I’m feeling this way.
While before I liked coffee, maybe even loved it, now I feel like I need it. If I don’t have it, I literally cannot get through my day. Addicted much? This Caramel Macchiato got me through yesterday.
They’re independent, they have to help, they can be mean, they are so dang smart, and STUBBORN! We’ve been having a lot of melt downs lately, attitude, time-outs, and whining. Ohhh the whining.
And yet they’re so cute that I can’t stand it! The things that come out of their little brains and mouths have me cracking up, taking lots of pictures, and texting Doug throughout the day with their little nuggets of hilarity. I love them so much. So so so so so much. At the same time, I admire their independence and love watching them learn. Dare I say it? I love this age.
But they drive me up a wall and I feel like I’m losing my mind.
Please don’t tell anyone that, mmkay? I’d hate to have the lady in the grocery store feel the satisfaction that maybe, just maybe, she is right and that I do have my hands full. I hate that phrase. I feel like it insinuates that I have lost control and my kids are raving beasts. Most times I get it, they are perfect little cute angels.
Yes, my hands are full. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it. Not every second of it, but I love it just the same. So hush your mouth, lady.
Can you sympathize? Are you losing your mind too?
Please say yes.
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