This morning the love in this house took the form of prompting and yelling and reminding and yelling. "Love is patient, love is kind." Yes, but love is not tolerant. Not this morning. And please, as much as I love you, my patient and kind readers, I don't need time management tips. I need children who listen in the morning. That's it. I knew that when I started saying, "Look, I love you very much, but this is absolutely driving me crazy this morning" that my yelling was out of control. I don't often doubt how I handle parenting situations but I knew this morning I was freaking crazy. When I have to yell the words, "I love you" in the middle of a rant, I know I've turned the corner of crazy. And really - I have clothes out, lunches made, children bathed all the night before. It takes them getting their ass up and moving, that's it. Up, eat, dress, brush teeth and hair. That's it.
So now, 3 hours later, I haven't come back from turning the corner of crazy. Every single thing annoys me this morning. My tolerance is non-existent and whether it's the song on the radio, the nice lady with cane crossing the crosswalk so GD slowly on my green light, or the way William skipped down the hall at school - it bugs me. Who is annoyed by a joyful boy skipping? Me, that's who. My benchmark for these kinds of days (which are very infrequent) is Lauren. I won't nauseate you with how perfect she is but if she annoys me, crazy is confirmed. And yes, she annoys me this morning. She's napping now so after I post this blog, I'm going to go take a hot shower, eat a nice lunch, and declare the day new.
Please tell me you have days like this.
Love is clicking once, right here!