***Disclaimer***
I wrote this post yesterday in an effort to vent privately. My original intent was to not publish it in light of today's continuation of yesterday's frustrations and the fact that I gave it a day before posting my sometimes "kneejerk" comments, I feel I should post this for those of you who can relate.
Many of you may think I'm a patient man. What I'm about to say might change your impressions of me but I'm willing to risk it for the opportunity to vent.
It is finals week for me. I went to bed at midnight and was upt at 5:00 working on a massive group paper that is due thsi weekend. I've also got a final in that same class that I need to prepare for and take before Saturday.
Today has been...shall I say...not the best. Rease has had a mild temperature off and on but has been in pretty good spirits. So let me give you a rundown of the last half hour's events...
2:00: Rhen woke up from her nap and at the same time Rease decided to cut her nap short. Rhen was hungry - Rease was crabby.
2:01:
Rease: "Daddy, Whatcha doin?"
Me: "Feeding Rhener."
2:02: I feed Rhen and cherish every moment the bottle is in her mouth because it is sweet silence except for...
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: "Just cleaning."
-Fast Forward_
2:08: Rhen is done and it looks like a bomb went off on the top of her high chair tray (quesadilla explosion.) I quickly move the kids downstairs to play with the toys while I deal with the aftermath.
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: "Going downstairs."
2:10: I thunder back upstairs and just as I get started on the kitchen Rease yells from downstairs...
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: "Just sweeping."
2:11: I don't even really get the broom in hand before I hear the sound of little footsteps on the stairs (Rhen is not ready for going solo on the stairs so I'm in a bit of a panic.)
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: no comment
2:12: I barricade the bottom of the stairs with as many things as I can.
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: "Blocking the stairs for Rhener."
The minute I get back upstairs and pick up the broom once again I hear a familiar voice.
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: "Sweeping the floor."
Rease: "Rhen is poopy!"
Down I go again...
2:13: The diaper is open and it is NASTY!
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: "Changing Rhener's bum."
2:14: I remove the stair barricade to get by then replace it and head back upstairs.
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: No response...by now I'm that frustrated
2:15: Screams of bloody murder erupt from downstairs. Rhen has taken Rease's toy (or vice versa.) By then I need a little peace and two minutes to get something done. Down I got to break it up. While pulling out the pack and play I catch myself imagining what two child-size muzzles would look like.
Rease: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Me: "Putting this up for Rhener."
You can imagine how this story ends...
Me: Unresponsive, frustrated and silent
Rease and Rhen: Happily playing...
Nat used to tell me that days would pass and she didn't feel like she'd gotten anything done. I honestly admit that at that point in time I didn't have the first clue what she was talking about.
Now I do...

