Where Has All My Patience Gone?

I swear when I had just two, I could handle anything. I remember people telling me all the time that they were just amazed at how well I handle it all. I think they could also see how #2 cried all the time when he was little and knew it would just break them down.

Well, I think it must have along the way, broken me down. I don't know when it happened. It might have been over a period of a few months, 1/2 a year... I don't know. But I have a fuse about 3 minutes long. You know in the life of a toddler, it takes them 3 minutes just to get going.

Remember that thing about "counting to 10" and then you can calmly take care of things? That doesn't work. Try counting to 101. Sometimes the magic number is 137. Try it. By the time you get there, the problem is either over and they have moved on to something else or it has gone from one crying to all of them crying. At that point, I just send them all to their rooms.

Problem solved.

Ice Cream Wars

I love ice cream. My fondest memories from childhood are going to Thrifty drug store over by Williams Brothers grocery store and getting a cone with two scoops. Depending on my mood, I would sometimes get mint chocolate chip or cookies and cream or chocolate malted crunch. (Of course there was the cool ice cream shop downtown that we would very rarely go to that had that bubble gum ice cream that was just to die for!)

Anyway... we always had ice cream at home too. I still remember at least 5 nights a week we would get a bowl of ice cream after dinner when we were just relaxing watching tv or playing a game or whatever. It wasn't a huge bowl, but it was definitely not on the skimpy side. I would fill that thing up.

You would think that I would have been hugely overweight or something... I really wasn't. Thank goodness for my 5'10" frame. Then, enter ice cream after children. I'm afraid of it. I keep it very far away. I know that I have no self control. Growing up in a house full of 6 people, if you finished off a carton of ice cream, everyone knew who did it and how long the carton had been open (ie: how many days it had been open.) Here at my house, I can finish off a carton by myself and no one will even know it was there to begin with. I can't be accountable to myself. I'm not programmed that way.

Enter my loving husband. He knows I can't stand anything to do with coffee. The smell, the taste, the thought.... Yuck! He will go out and periodically want an ice cream treat and since he knows I won't go near coffee with a 10 foot pole, he gets Hagen Daaz coffee flavored ice cream.

Lord bless him!