I’ve been thinking lately that I’m not quite as patient as I used to be.  When we had just Joshua, sometimes I amazed myself how much patience I had with him.  I tried explaining everything to him, answered all his questions, and rarely got angry with him.

Lately though, it seems that I’ve reverted back to my true self–impatient and easily angered.  Sometimes Joshua bombards me with inconsequential questions, and I just want to put a piece of duct tape over his mouth.  Here’s an example of our conversation in the car this morning:

“Mommy, what are you eating?”  A carrot.

“Mommy, what color is the carrot?”  Purple.

“Mommy, what are you eating?”  A carrot.

“Mommy, is it a vegetable?”  Yes it is.

“Mommy, do you like the carrot?”  Yes.

“Mommy, do you like vegetable?”  Yes, I do.

“Mommy, do you like the purple carrot?”  Yes.

“Mommy, do you like the vegetable carrot?”  Yes.

“Does Daddy like carrot?”  Yes he does.

“Does Daddy like vegetable?”  Sometimes.

“You like your vegetable?”  Yes.

“I don’t want vegetable.”  I’m glad we had that established.

I have a feeling I’m less patient now for a few reasons.  There is one other person I’m constantly taking care of now, who wasn’t here 8 months ago.  My attention is constantly split between Joshua and Savanna, and that drives me a little crazy.  I’m not that good with focusing on more than one thing at a time.  Also, I am probably taking Joshua for granted in general.  When I was on mat leave with him, I treasured every moment I had with him.  Then when I went back to work, the time with him became even more precious.  Now I see him everyday and feel like I always fall short of his demands, and I become irritated.