Right now, in this moment, I am having that feeling of being driven straight up the wall by my children. I am ready to tear my hair out with the frustration of how long it takes them to eat, the degree to which they argue about everything, the fact that I am going through the process of getting Vaseline out of clothing again... There are moments when I would happily accept a one-way ticket to just about anywhere but here. My skin is crawling with cabin fever, or something.
I know this feeling is fleeting (thankfully). I know that I might feel this way now, tonight, even tomorrow, but eventually this unrest will be replaced by profound gratitude; with awe that my job right now is to be with these miraculous creatures every day and to witness the wonder of their growing up.
Parenting is a constant ride on that pendulum swinging between joy and madness, gratitude and despair...
I just have to remember to hold on.