Irritability
Jun. 12th, 2003 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojI don't know why I'm so irate these days, but I really am. Incredibly short-tempered with the kids - everything they do just seems unbearably annoying. Especially Justin, with his volume and violence, which are difficult to take even in the best of times.
Today I spent about 50 minutes getting them ready to go out - gathering hats, helmets, sunscreen, socks, shoes, drinks, blah blah blah and adjusting the seat and handlebars on the two-wheeler with training wheels for Justin. And after all that, we finally got out, and he biked for about 5 minutes, declared himself tired, and said he wanted to go back in.
And his questions are driving me bananas. I know it's a sort of comforting ritual to him, but... they're bloody unanswerable, or painfully obvious. And not just obvious in a "I know the answer", because that's how all little kids' questions are, but obvious as in, he knows the answer too. He just wants to hear me say it. After almost year of this, it's finally driving me up the wall.
J: Can I have some juice?
Me: Here you go.
J: Why did you get me juice?
J: Why is that a house?
J: I want to go outside.
Me: Go ahead.
J: Why can I go outside?
This is why I cringe when friends of mine who have never liked kids very much talk about having them because, well, that's what everybody else is doing. I wanted kids. My whole life. I love my children, and I think I have a lot of patience and understanding and a generally positive attitude towards them. And they still drive me insane. I can't imagine doing this if I found kids irritating generally - one day of Justin's questions and relentless noise and roughness and I would probably toss him out the window.
Today I spent about 50 minutes getting them ready to go out - gathering hats, helmets, sunscreen, socks, shoes, drinks, blah blah blah and adjusting the seat and handlebars on the two-wheeler with training wheels for Justin. And after all that, we finally got out, and he biked for about 5 minutes, declared himself tired, and said he wanted to go back in.
And his questions are driving me bananas. I know it's a sort of comforting ritual to him, but... they're bloody unanswerable, or painfully obvious. And not just obvious in a "I know the answer", because that's how all little kids' questions are, but obvious as in, he knows the answer too. He just wants to hear me say it. After almost year of this, it's finally driving me up the wall.
J: Can I have some juice?
Me: Here you go.
J: Why did you get me juice?
J: Why is that a house?
J: I want to go outside.
Me: Go ahead.
J: Why can I go outside?
This is why I cringe when friends of mine who have never liked kids very much talk about having them because, well, that's what everybody else is doing. I wanted kids. My whole life. I love my children, and I think I have a lot of patience and understanding and a generally positive attitude towards them. And they still drive me insane. I can't imagine doing this if I found kids irritating generally - one day of Justin's questions and relentless noise and roughness and I would probably toss him out the window.
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Date: 2003-06-12 12:26 pm (UTC)Also, ::hugs::. Sorry you're feeling irritable. :(
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Date: 2003-06-12 02:33 pm (UTC):) :) Thanks - they do look kinda cute on screen, don't they? Unfortunately it's like Chinese water torture - one drop is fine, but a couple million...
Also, ::hugs::. Sorry you're feeling irritable. :(
Thanks. I just hope I can snap out of this at some point. Maybe during Chris' vacation I can try to recharge my patience batteries.