Patience - I like to think that I have an abundance of patience. I'm not one to care if someone cuts me off. It doesn't bother me if someone who showed up later than me gets called first. Basically, I don't sweat the small stuff. And when it comes to parenting, I am usually the one saying, "Why are you getting so worked up? They are only little kids."
The thing is, when J is traveling (which is pretty much everyday recently), those little kids eat away at my last nerve. I simply can not take their meandering and lack of follow through. When I say something, I want it listened to and followed. No questions asked.
But that never happens. Not even once. It drives me insane.
Honestly, I have a completely different demeanor when I am solo parenting. I'm short and harsh and I really feel bad for my kids. I usually find myself yelling at them one minute, then apologizing for losing my cool the next. And the thing is, when I am freaking out on them, I am fully aware of how psycho I sound and in my head I am telling myself to stop being such an a**. It's just that once the verbal vomit has begun, I can't get it to stop.
I'm pretty sure I have Parenting Bi-Polar Disease.
Cuteness - Fortunately for my kids, they were blessed with an abundance of cuteness. It's probably the only thing that saves them from my psycho rants. Seriously. I mean, how you could stay mad at someone who looks like this?
Punches - No lie. Despite that picture above, in the 15 minutes that I have been writing this post, I have wanted to punch someone in the face about 6,845 times. Apparently, my children have no concept of what the word CALM means. Or quiet. Or don't hurt your sister.
It's going to be a long day ...