Reasons Why I Lost My Cool Today

       I have totally lost my composure a few times today. Just a few times. 
  • I had to ask 1,999,999 times for someone to do something simple like pick up their shoes, close the door, put their socks on...and the 2,000,000th time I wasn't as sweet as I could've been.
  • Wretched piles of odds and ends on the stairs that get walked over by the owners over and over. And over and over. And over and over. A little piece of my dignity and decency dies everytime I see someone sidestep their own junk.
  • I spent time and energy cleaning things only to have them all trashed in the next 5 minutes.
  • Diaper explosion. Poop.
  • I told someone to make their bed. Drama. Called them back to do it properly. More drama. Gave them an extra chore for not making it neatly in the first place. Extreme drama.
  • Someone poured their own cereal. And missed the bowl. Completely.
  • Someone poured their own juice. And missed the cup. Completely.
  • The 6 year old has no respect for the sanctity of a toddler who is innocently and quietly playing. "FOR THE LOVE! QUIT BOTHERING THE BABY! HE'S HAPPY FOR A MINUTE!"
  • I had to listen to approximately one million whiney fights over everything from toys to sticks. "Buuuuut that was myyyyy special stick that Iiiiii found!"
  • Phonics.
  • No one liked the breakfast I made them.
  • No one liked the lunch I made them.
  • It looks certain that no one will like the dinner I make them.
  • I found out that carrots are not for eating. They are only for chewing up into a messy pulp and then projectile spitting into my hair.
  • The dog found some carrot pulp I missed in my clean up then puked it up on the living room carpet.
  • Max and Ruby. Ruby and Max. Max and Ruby. Ruby and her little brother Max...
  • The dogs barked. Insanely. At everything. Seriously. EVERYTHING.
  • Its difficult to walk or even see the floor in our basement playroom. Even though I just organized it a few days ago. I am feeling like a giant garbage bag is my answer. I feel it so deeply that it just wells up in my throat everytime I step on a Lego or kick a naked baby doll out of the way.
      Reasons Why It Is All Worth It
  • Smiles
  • Hugs
  • Cuddles
  • I can't really put my finger on it. I suspect I may have been bamboozled in some way. But even on days exponentially worse than this, I still feel like it is all worth it.