For some reason I feel like going home, crawling in bed, pulling the covers over my head and staying there until forever. Or until Ethan comes and finds me. Ya know...whichever comes first.

I feel strange today. I can't put my finger on it but I feel as though I just woke up in a funk. I took Ethan to practice today which I generally try to avoid. We also had cuts for 2 of the Nationals routines. I have never been a fan of cuts but a firm believer that they are necessary. Regardless, it's not the most delightful way to start a day.

The last few days I've noticed that I am much more irritable than usual. Little things that shouldn't bother me do. OR...things that would normally bother me a little bother me A LOT.

For instance, Ethan and his fit throwing. We are relatively new to the fit throwing. And by that I mean kicking, screaming, thrashing his body around fit throwing. It seems as though I am very short on patience these days and I find myself reminding myself to be patient.

But really?

This fit throwing is for the birds. I'm not always sure how to handle it. Sometimes I'm not even sure what started the fit let alone how to stop it. I just pray he will grow out of it...eventually. Preferably sooner than later.

Any tips on handling fits? And gaining patience? I'm all ears.