Now, barely 2.5 hours later, I've realized I have no patience. It's a no-patience kind of day. A bad mother kind of day. I'm irritated. I want it to be a good day and I'm annoyed with my lack of ability to make it one.
I'm irritated that my daughter pinched me while she was nursing. I'm irritated that she didn't want to eat breakfast. I'm irritated that she's constantly emptying her dresser drawers. I'm irritated that she can now open the fridge by herself. Just a few moments ago she got herself the cottage cheese and a spoon and sat down for a feast. As soon as I put some in a bowl for her she refused to eat it.
I'm irritated with myself for being irritated with her because she's two years old. She's doing normal two-year-old things. She's curious, smart, and independent and I'm glad she is. I wouldn't want it any other way.
I just want to deal with life more effectively. I can handle it better...most days.
How can I be frustrated with someone who is so excited about standing in the rain with her "rainbrella"?
It can still be a good day. We will make it a good day.
This post is part of Midweek Confessions at E, Myself, and I.