Folks, this parenting gig is a con. A long con. J has been gone since Sunday morning, is back tomorrow post Keiden's bedtime...and I'm done. Actually I've been done since yesterday.
I know that he misses his daddy, and that's why he's been extra everything. Extra whiny, extra clingy, extra argumentative, extra demanding, and extra affectionate. But gosh guys, toddler hood is not just tough on the littles...it's tough on us too. It's become increasingly hard to make sure I don't just spew out anger at K. The counting to ten before I respond to another 'naughty' thing he has done has gone up to twenty...and the pauses between the numbers have become longer.
Clearly this is just a vent post. But I'll end it on a cute note. With the loss of his blocks,puzzles and drawing item privileges he has become reattached to a pull along crocodile gift Mandy gave him. So now crocodile is going along with him everywhere. Croc needs his own chair and food, must also wash his hands before eating. Croc gets to pick the stories they're going to read. It is all kinds of cute to see, and does help refill the patience well a smidge.
What do you do to refill the patience well?