"Mommy, can I please have a drink?"
"Just a second, buddy, please be patient." I was busy cleaning out the pantry when he asked, and clearly could not stop mid project to put water in a cup.
A little time passed and I notice the trash needs taken out, and since the trash can is right next to the kitchen counter I notice the counter top needs wiped down, and while I'm cleaning that off, since my back is turned, I hear the unmistakable sound of a box of cheerios being dumped on the floor by the baby, because, silly me, I left the pantry door open. I start to sweep that up, and smell the familiar smell of a dirty diaper. Realizing I'm going to have to put Lily in her high chair if I actually intend on sweeping up the cheerios, and since she's the culprit behind the dirty diaper I head off to change her before sticking her in the high chair. Finally I can sweep up the cheerios in peace.
Jack chose that moment to ask for his long awaited drink.
I got frustrated. Couldn't he see how busy I was? I told him to just be patient.
And then I stopped. Who was the one being impatient?