There are some days when your patience with a toddler just runs thin.
I am never sure if those days happen because Olive is just being extra fussy, or if I’m just less resilient. Whatever the case, those days really get me down – I hate feeling like I’m not the cheerful, patient mom that I can be.
What’s worse, sometimes I yell. Sometimes, I straight up run out of steam and I raise my voice at Olive, and of course, she winds up in tears, and I wind up feeling like crap.
I came across the above saying, and I wanted to share it with you guys. I hope it serves as a reminder for me to be more patient, and to find other ways of pushing through the frustration.
I hope you’re having a lovely day.
PS: Extra points to my peeps who got the 90s Monica reference of the post title.