For some reason getting them ready and out the door seemed like it took forever. EvieG was running around, The Destroyer ran away from me whenever possible, and Spark Plug threw hissy fits when I tried to get her dressed which resulted in her banging her head on my jaw and then I bit my tongue. I was pissed.

I got seriously agitated and used my mommy voice to get them all standing in line side by side, arms tightly hugging their torsos and feet together. It didn't take on for them to figure out that I meant business. There would be no more dilly-dallying.

I always feel guilty for getting all drill sergeant on them, but sometimes I have to when I need to get stuff done. Guilt aside, it does feel good knowing that they understand that it probably is not a good idea to mess with mom when her fuse gets short. And so they listened, followed directions, and we were then able to efficiently accomplish the morning tasks.

Bed time is another time when my fuse can get short, although I am learning to let it slide. The Destroyer and Spark Plug insist on playing and messing around in their room until, well, until they fall down. I can put them back into their beds 80 million times but they still play. Blankets all over, stuffed animals thrown about. The Destroyer opens the door and peeks her eye through the crack. I hear her sucking on her soother. I did get annoyed that they were not going to bed and that they were disturbing everyone in the house, but on the other hand, I figure, at least they are playing together well. It means that our night is that much shorter.

It is hard to keep my cool some days, especially when I am hormonal. I find that those days my tolerance level is not close to zero. I have to keep telling myself to take it easy, breathe, and that they are only wee.

I have let my fuse get to its end. Some days I can only take so much before I feel fried. As much as I feel badly about it, I get over it pretty easily. We're moms. We don't have time to dwell.

All's I'm sayin's all.