Never.
Seriously.
Fucking never.
I'm great in the morning, when it's all fresh and we're both rested (her more than me, because I don't kick her to death all night long...at least I don't think I do anyway), but as the day wears on, my patience gets thinner and thinner and thinner. Then it's all I can do not to pull my flipping hair out.
I yell more than I like. It makes me feel HORRIBLE. Terrible...horrible. After all, didn't I TEACH her to talk? Wasn't that the coolest thing EVER just over a year ago?
I take the blame.
lol
Seriously though, I'm about to lose my freaking mind. I try so hard to be patient. I try to realize she's little. She's absorbing everything around her and she's extremely verbal....
but I find that by the end of the day, I'm worn the hell out. I mean to the point of just....gah!
So it's 5pm. She's FINALLY down for a nap (yes, a nap!!! At this time of day) and I've poured myself a giant glass of wine. I don't feel a bit of guilt. I feel like crap today...under-the-weather and such, and I'm not even working out. I'm relaxing while she sleeps. I'm enjoying the freaking peace and quiet while my sweet little annoying talking chatty Rynny-kin sleeps.
I deserve it.
And I really have to work on my patience. It's a bummer to yell at her. It makes me sad.
Plus, she's asks, "Mama mad?"
:(
Boo.
I hate when she asks me that...and it's been entirely too often lately. I really have to work on my patience.
Don't you love that my wine is in a little tumbler because I've managed to break every single wine glass we owned?
Go me.
Cheers.

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