Patience

Patience. Not my strongest virtue.

Especially when dealing with a certain two year old.

Now, I know that I am lucky because Julia is a very sweet girl who enjoys being cuddled and has a beautiful smile and blah blah blah.

Here's the deal: she drives me freaking crazy!!!!!

Her new favorite thing to ask, "What you talking about?" WHILE I AM TALKING!!!! I can not have a conversation with anyone without her rudely interrupting me to ASK ME WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!! Do you realize that I haven't had a complete thought in weeks?!?! Maybe even months!!!! My friend Melissa is visiting us for a week and she's had to help me finish sentences because I have lost all ability to finish them on my own.
I swear she senses when I am weak and vulnerable. I know she can smell when I have not had my coffee, have a headache, am grumpy, am burned out and she preys on it. She finds my weaknesses and she goes for them with all of her 2 year old strength. She's vicious, people. Vicious.
I need to regroup. I need to bulk up my defenses. I need to get those paints out more, rotate the toys more often, get some more outside play time in. I need to make my coffee stronger, make sure my purse is equipped with all the necessary tools to pacify a melting toddler, I need my camera battery charged to take pictures of unbelievable events that occur in my day. I need my game face on and be on my guard at all times until the reinforcement comes home from his dreamy/cushy/easy job as a lawyer in the Air Force to take over as the defense coordinator of our Toddler Takedown team.
Oh, and patience. I need more patience. And then I need to find even MORE patience.

But mainly, I need a lot of coffee and occasional alone time.