Here She Comes to Save the Day!!

Have you ever had a day where your patience is this short? If you haven't, frankly, I don't want to hear about it. Today has been one of those days.

I've talked a little bit about how rarely I get to enjoy our church service. We have a "cry room" but frankly, it makes me want to cry just to contemplate going in there. Punkin used to be pretty well behaved when we went in there -- it was the OTHER kids that drove me nuts. The room is pretty big and it has a very large screen tv with a closed circuit feed of the mass. There are very few actual babies that come to the cry room. Most are toddlers and some preschoolers. It is my opinion -- and maybe I'm wrong -- but I don't think the cry room is where you go to let your kids act like hooligans. To me, it's where they go to learn how to behave in big church, but if they happen to get upset then no one else gets upset because we're all parents. But I swear, some parents there let their kids run around and yell and even if you turn up the tv to top volume you still can't hear the service.

I'm really UP TO HERE with going in there. So, today I thought it would be a good idea to bring Punkin to big church. I brought snacks. I brought a coloring book and crayons. I brought a babydoll -- a quiet one. And everything was great for about 10 minutes until I tried to substitute a red crayon for a blue one. Punkin went ballistic. No amount of shhhhhshing did the trick. So, off to the cry room we went. Where she proceeded to go ballistic again. She flung herself to the floor because I had goldfish instead of Cheerios. So, Punkin and I spent our time sitting outside in the warm sunshine, mass unattended.

And then, when we got home, Mr. Daddy allowed me to take a rare nap without making me feel like I was some kind of degenerate for wanting to sleep during the day. But, guess who refused to sleep? If you guessed Punkin, you'd be right. While I attempted to nap she sat in her bed and sang every song she knows and periodically kicked her wall. I slept a little, but

I hate days like today. I can actually feel how short my fuse is. I know how unreasonable I'm being....but the frustrations get the better of me and I snap at someone before I realize what I've done.

But a little relief is on the way. A month or so ago, Mr. Daddy did a home improvement project for my mom and stepdad and as a thank you, they gave us a gift card to Outback and a "coupon" for free babysitting. So, tonight we're going out. I'm going to have a steak. Without kids. And I might even have a beer. I'm wild, aren't I? But maybe, just maybe, my fuse will be just a little bit longer when I get home. Here's hoping!