Have you ever had a day so filled with whining you just want to scream?  The crying, the stealing of toys, the clinging to your legs when you really don’t have a hand to hold them.  (And I would have put him in the sling if he had decided he wanted to be held when my hands weren’t already covered in dinner preparations.)

For me, my body goes through a physical response during those times.  My muscles tense. My eyes widen.  My lips retract.  My breath comes in shorter bursts.  It’s fight or flight.  And I’m leaning towards fight.

But who do I fight?  The 22 month-old reaching up for me with tears in his eyes?

Somewhere along the line, I’ve developed the Kiss of Frustration.

As soon as my hands are free and clean, I bend over, pick up the cryingwhiningneedyclingy offender, and kiss them so fiercely on the cheek, a growl often escapes my lips.

I may even pretend to bite them on the nose.

With more growling.

Then I deal with the situation, whether it be get the sling, or place the child in his room with the door shut until I’m done with my business.

But the Kiss is a necessary step for me.  It’s a release.  It relieves the stress.  It loosens my muscles, forces my lips back out to their normal position, and deepens my breathing.  I’m even able to blink afterwards.

And, I figure, it’s better than screaming at the top of my lungs.  I mean, after all, we do share a wall with our neighbors…

Please tell me you reach this level of frustration, Mommieswhoreadthis.  Tell me I’m normal.  What do you do to regain your peace of mind?