I'm Losing It

I feel like the worst mother ever. Steve wouldn't take a nap yesterday, which mean I didn't get a nap or even some downtime. Which means I had absolutely NO patience for any crap a two-year old may pull. I know you all are laughing right now, because you know two-year olds pull LOTS of crap during the day. I thought maybe it was my hormones that were making me have no patience for things that, frankly, I would have found funny a year ago, or maybe if I was able to get some sleep! Well, the consensus is that it is not just me. Jeff took total care of Steve today, love that man, and by the end of the day was looking and sounding pretty much like I did at the same time yestesrday. I just feel like I say 'No, don't do that' too often. That Steve must think I'm not at all fun anymore. I feel so guilty about not physically playing with him like I used to, instead saying, 'Bring it to mamma. We'll play with it on the couch' that I actually got on the floor to build towers with him like we used to. Well, the kid must have forgotten that WE used to do this together, because he brought the blocks over by me, and proceeded to play with them by himself---for all of 30 seconds. Then he ran away, and I couldn't get up, which he found annoyingly funny. I told myself to change my attitude. Maybe I am the one to blame for his foul moods lately. I mean how much fun is it really to live with a fat woman who resembles your mother, but who can be really crabby most of the time? And said woman keeps talking about a new baby, but he has yet to see any real evidence of it. I mean mamma must have lost her freakin' mind! And you know what? I think I have.