Dear Santa, this year I would like…

…a major dose of patience please. I really feel like if I had even just an ounce more patience than I currently possess, things might go better for me. I would be able to be more relaxed and mellow about things and not so on edge, fight-or-flight ready all the time.

I think some extra patience would help with Owen too. Tonight was one of those nights here at casa youmeandababy. Luckily, we are really fortunate and don’t really have many more nights than one or two every couple of weeks where the boy is on one. However, when Owen is having a night, like this evening, I seriously contemplate two things: 1) The distinct possibility that despite wanting to have more children, Owen may remain an only child on purpose and 2) Can we rent him out by the hour as a paint stripper and how much should we charge? Because seriously? The boy’s voice when he is SO unhappy and SO tired and SO just needs to give it up and go to sleep? Could bring down old wallpaper in three shrieks, it is so loud and powerful (and so good for setting one’s teeth on edge, but I digress).

I love Owen dearly, would not trade his presence in our lives for the world and cannot even express into words my feelings for him, but some days I feel so seriously inept and just overwhelmed by life itself, that I wonder if he’ll wish he had been so lucky to get other different better parents. I’m hopeful that somehow I’ll manage to have just that smidge more of patience that will make all the difference by the time he starts being able to remember.

On a completely different tangent: Can I just say that regular corn bugle chips + candy corn eaten at the same time = massive party in one’s mouth? If you are a sweet with salty kind of person, I highly recommend!