Today I found myself asking my almost-two-year-old for five minutes of peace. (Yeah, I know, he’s not even two… but he can understand me!) These days it seems I can’t even go to the bathroom by myself. At least one of my kids is calling my name or climbing up the stairs to scout out my location, after I’ve just informed them where I’d be and for how long.
At times like this, I second-guess my parenting skills… maybe I expect too much of them at their ages; maybe I cater to them, making them needy; maybe I just don’t know what the heck I’m doing!
All I know is that if I hear my name called one more time while I’m taking a 1-minute bio-break…
I’m. Going. To. Snap.
I guess this comes with the (WAHM) territory. Some days I’m just not prepared to deal with the barrage of requests, whining, interrupting, tattling and crying that is thrown at me, while trying to get work done. I’m normally a pretty patient person… but maybe every parent feels this way at one time or another.