I also tend to get worked up over really small things sometimes. It seems to happen in stages; for a while nothing seems to bother me and I love being with my son, and can appreciate his sense of adventure and imagination. Then I'll go through a couple of weeks where I'm annoyed at everyone and everything, and I can't seem to shake it. I find myself losing patience and being sharp instead of enjoying playtime.
I find it a little easier if I remind myself that before I know it he'll be older and won't want to play pretend and spend so much time with me, and how much I'll miss it when this happens. One friend told me that every chance she gets to spend with her kids is bonus time, so we should enjoy it while we can. |