Microwave.

Lately, my patience has been running thin. Shocker. I'm already a very impatient person. My parents gave me the namenick Microwave Melissa to rub in the fact that I am so very impatient.

I tend to have a lot of patience with the kids... more than what I have with adults. But I think they've really been testing me,and my patience is wearing thin. Maybe I can blame it on daylight savings time. One hour can really make a difference. (For instance, it's 8:22, and the kids are still sleeping. Great you think? No. Now we'll be off on naptime, and have grumpy little minions this afternoon.)

Yesterday really tried my patience.

* The kiddos slept in again. This means everything was off schedule. They ate later, they got dressed later than usual, and then nap time didn't happen on schedule. I know, I know, they are kids, and schedules sometimes don't follow suit with the days plans. My children thrive on schedule. So when nap time came, no one wanted to lie down, settle down, or sleep. Tears, screaming, and grumpiness followed. (Oh, and the kids were grumpy, too. HA!) The girls finally did take a nap... but Sir Gavin decided that he didn't want to waste the day away sleeping.

* We went grocery shopping... 2 very grumpy girls, and an extremely tired and grumpy little boy. Screams were heard throughout the store. And I'm pretty sure that every other shopper there could see the frustrated "mom look" on my face. I tend to get reallllllly annoyed by people who find it necessary to say "Oh, it must be bedtime!" or "Oh, they must have missed a nap!" or my favorite.. "Why would she bring them shopping like this? MYYYYYYY children nevvvvvvvvvvver acted up like that!" My thought: BULL CRAP. I have a response for the last one... "Please tell me your secret, because I would love to know how your children were soooo perfect all the time." This throws off them off... and I love the look of shock and humiliation that they get. Payback, in the form of words.

* Maggie decided to draw. Crayons? NO. Markers? NO. Pens? NO. What other medium is avaliable, you ask? Ohhhhh, Maggie got really creative with this one. Poop? YES! That's right, I emerged from my bathroom, and found poop drawn all over the walls, and doors, and table, and floor. While conquering the smell, the anger, and the little "artist", I had to clean the walls, floors, doors, and tables. Gagging the whole time. I'm used to poop in a diaper... but all over my house, not so much. I didn't keep my cool with this situation. I was angry and frustrated and down right grossed out by the whole situation.

* Typically, every Monday, I visit the pain clinic. They never run on time. Ever. So, sometimes I'm stuck in a waiting room. With my chronic headaches, I can't handle strong smells. The list keeps growing of things that will make me toss my cookies. Added to that list yesterday- the smell of mullet. What's that smell, you ask? Well yesterday, it was a woman with a mullet that decided regular baths weren't necessary... even when she smokes a caton of cigarettes and lives with 20 cats. Yummy.I usually try not to be obvious when smells from other humans are bothering me. But not yesterday. I glared, and covered my nose in a semi-obnoxious way, as to say "get the picture? Take a bath!" 

Grrrr.......... Here's hoping to a better day, today!

Melissa