Patience

Sometimes I feel like my patience is paper thin. Things that would normally never bother me become life and death. A misplaced crayon bucket becomes an international affair until it is found, a messy playroom is marked as a disaster area until it is cleaned, and a toy left on the floor is like hazardous waste that requires a 20 minute discussion on why it wasn't put away properly. I swear sometimes I think I'm crazy or getting very close to the edge. I hate when I yell at my kids and when I get to this point I generally do about ridiculous things. It totally stinks to yell and the apologize, because I know that I have already wounded them with my words. I am so thankful that they are so forgiving and full of unconditional love for their imperfect mommy.