Lacking with my virtues....

Ok so I've come to the conclusion that I don't

have enough patience to do this.  

These kids are driving me nuts.

Oh but wait, as I write this, Norah is SLEEPING

and Ava is at SCHOOL and suddenly I feel fine,

so there's that...

But lets back up to this morning.  

My alarm (Norah yelling) woke me up before I 

was ready, just like every day.

She was thrilled to see me, but had no patience

for the fact that I didn't have pants on and wanted 

to go find some...

She wanted to play on the dead phone she found

nestled under the ottoman, she didn't like the 

answer I gave her about it needing to be charged.

She screamed & yelled with no end in sight, she 

ran down the hall to yell at her Dad about all the 

injustices going on in the living room.

She noticed the door to Ava's room closed and 

decided she needed in there to play.  

I explained to her that Ava was sleeping & that 

we could play in there later, 

that didn't go over well.  

I distracted her with food, we headed into the 

kitchen where she started demanding "CRACKERS!"

She mentioned them several times & I countered 

with "Yogurt or Oatmeal?" She chose "Nemo" 

which means oatmeal, and as I reached for it she 

screamed "YOGURT!!" OK then, I grabbed the 

yogurt and she looks somewhat pleased then informs

me she would rather have chicken nuggets.  

Yes, for breakfast.  

I walked out, with the yogurt, and she followed.  Yay.

We got through that and I knew that her head 

would spin if she didn't eat more soon so I sliced up

an apple.  She paid zero attention to the apple until 

I accidentally ate it all then she FREAKED out
that the apple was GONE!!!  

Back with more apples, she ate the parts she likes,

leaving substantial apple meat & skin behind (I'm

not a huge fan of wasting food, Ava is much more

efficient with her apples, thankfully).

She got irrationally upset about who-remembers-

what next and I finally decided to throw her in the 

shower with me.  She was happy happy until I 

washed her hair, or more accurately, until I decided

to RINSE her hair, that didn't go over well AT ALL.

I got her dried off & dressed somewhat un-eventfully

she only complained when I combed her hair, she 

has a very sensitive head, combing or brushing is 

never OK.

She goes to the fridge next begging for something,

she never knows WHAT that is exactly until you 

open the fridge, I think she started thinking about

cheese but settled on eggs when she saw them.

I made her cheesy eggs, since she usually eats them 

pretty well.  She had a hard time waiting while they 

cooked for 1.5 minutes.  And a hard time waiting 

while they cooled for another 45 seconds.  

It's rough being 2 years old.  

I felt like giving her those eggs was buying me a 

moments peace, yet Ava needed some maintenance

too, next thing I knew I heard the crash of Norah's

bowl hitting the floor.  Eggs everywhere.  

Huge grin on Norah's face.  

Even though we've gone over this 1 million times. 

Or maybe because we had.  Who knows.

I still felt somewhat hopeful that she had actually 

eaten some of the eggs and maybe she could find 

happiness in a full tummy but as she insisted on 

getting down I picked her up and found the rest of 

the eggs squished into her clothes, her freshly 

washed hair, and every nook & pocket of her highchair. 

I skillfully lifted her up and tried to brush the eggs 

off of her into the highchair with out getting more 

on the floor I had just cleaned.  

No such luck.  

I then set her on the floor realizing that the rest of 

the eggs she tucked away UNDER her shirt were

falling out everywhere.  She even had them stuck 

to the bottom of her feet, ugh.

As I'm sweeping up the eggs everywhere, Norah is

back at the fridge begging for food.  Never mind

the wasted eggs.  

The clock reads 10am.

This story could go on and on and on and on but 

I think you get where I'm going with this.   

I really want to be a good mom!!  I do.  I'm just 

not sure I have the patience for it.  So KNOWING

that, now what?

How does one work on their patience?  

Today I chose to leave the house.  

It's usually my best bet. 

They were driving me nuts so I took them

and fed them things I would never eat and 

I don't even care.  I love our rare $3 lunch,

cheeseburgers for them and an ice tea for me.  

It bought me time & saved me from killing 

them, win, win.  Right??

Clearly I need suggestions on how to 

survive this stage Norah is in? I don't want

to be the mom that yells, yells, yells.  I want to

be so patient & loving & understanding & 

more patient.  

But I'm not.

But I really do want to be!  

Please help!!

I'd love your suggestions!