Patience of Job

So often I think that mother-hood takes the patience of Job.

Just like yesterday, I finally decide to take the kids

to Flobby-Lobby (just where a kid would want to go) because

we hadn't been out of the house in three days.

Olivia decided she didn't want any part of Hobby-Lobby. . . 

screamed all the way there and screamed inside and then 

most of the way home. I felt like a three headed monster

while inside the store. I was pretty sure that every woman

was giving me stink eye because I didn't know how to 

handle my child. Then on the heels of that I became 

furious with CP ( cerebral palsy) I hate that word.

Who invented it anyway? I usually wind up getting mad

at it. I tell myself if she didn't have that, everything

would be so much easier. Then I could communicate

with her and voila, the problem would be fixed.

Then I come sailing back down to earth only to realize

that every two year old child has emotions, has to 

get mad and then glad again. . . and as a Mom, you just

have to have the patience to get thru it. It doesn't seem

to bother Bodie, he just appears like everything is perfectly fine.

In his head he's probably chuckling for when he turns two. Then I go

crazy in my head because I'm annoyed at her, and he can see

it. It's a giant vicious circle. Then in the morning I'm greeted

by the faces above and everything is automatically

right in my world. Tell me, how can being a mom be

so marvelous and so hard at the same time?????