Patience Wanted: Apply Here

18 Feb

Stay-at-home mother of two, ages 4 and 2, is in need of patience immediately.  Must be willing to work long hours, lift 30 to 60 pounds (depending on whether both kids want to be held or need to be separated) and endure a short-tempered boss who loses it when asked the same question 20 times in a row.  Must have a proven track record of handling unnerving situations with ease while maintaining a calm composure.  Salary is negotiable between a bag of chips and a pint of Ben-n-Jerry’s.  Benefits include a few beers or a White Russian at the end of the day.

So there it is – my somewhat confession that my patience is gone.  Lost.  Or maybe it just ran away.  For Lent this year, I didn’t give up junk food, chocolate, cuss words – I made a promise to try and be more patient.  Well, the first weekend of Lent just so happened to be the trip to Philadelphia – so much for keeping it together then.  Now though, I feel as though I still haven’t really been trying.  The littlest things set me off – I already wrote about Nia asking me the same question over and over again (even though I answered her 2 or 3 times already) or repeating “Nate” over and over again until my eyes want to bulge out of my head as it pops off and explodes (I think Nate feels the same about that one).  Nate’s tantrums have another kind of effect on me.  I more want to bury my face in my hands and start crying.  He’s just exhausting.  Then there’s the both of them together.  The SCREAMING.  Oh my goodness.  The SCREAMING.  I know I’m going to be deaf.  I can almost feel the damage happening as the shrieks pierce my ears.

Well, so much for my period of peace as the kids rest.  I just heard Nate throw some things out of his crib.  As long as he doesn’t have poop on his hands like he did yesterday – I’ll be fine. Well, I’ll try to be anyway.
 

3 Responses to “Patience Wanted: Apply Here”

  1. Scoop February 19, 2008 at 2:49 pm #

    Oh my goodness, is he diaper digging too? Andrew pulls out cotton or whatever pampers are made out of and the little girl in the homecare with him eats it…*blech*. Sorry, too much information. Girl, you need a playdate or some time out with friends. That's what you need! Wish I was closer. I'd have to come take you out!

  2. the real ~Roxann~ February 19, 2008 at 11:23 pm #

    Hey! If you find some patience, could you send me some?!?!?!?! Sorry it's been rough lately. I feel your pain, I reallllly do! All we can do is try to do better! I'll try if you will!

  3. mom valles February 22, 2008 at 10:51 am #

    I can feel your pain. As for patience, I have found that you just have to be WILLING to be patient for God to give you the strength to endure. I know it's not easy, believe me I KNOW from personal experience, but it does get easier. Soon you will be able to reason with Nate more and that will help some. The terrible two's were not proclaimed by a child who said, "Oh my it's terrible to be two!", but by the parents of a two year old. Just remember you are doing the most important job in the world, being a mother, I'll bet even Mary wanted to say to Jesus–When will you stop being two!!!?"

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