Generally, I'm a very patient person.  Today, however, really stretched my ability to remain my usually calm and restrained self (Don't laugh!  I am NOT high strung!).

It started out innocently enough.  This morning was just like any other crazy morning here at the Super Mega Household.  Got my lazy butt out of bed, got myself ready, proceeded to go into the kids' bedrooms, prodded THEIR butts to get them moving (we don't drink coffee in this house, but maybe we SHOULD), got teeth brushed with minimal fuss (which is rare, so I thought this was going to be a good day), and got Super Michael off to school.

Then things started to go downhill from there.  Princess K and I got home and she usually knows the drill that Super Mega Dad works while she plays by herself with her VERY large assortment of toys.  There's also standing rules that she's allowed to play with Super Michael's also very impressive collection of toys while he's not present in the house (if he knew, he'd blow a head gasket...we're on the don't ask, don't tell toy handling program here).  I even turned on Tinker Bell for her which is her most favoritist movie in the WHOLE wide world.  Well, that lasted about 5 minutes until she had the entire living room covered with toys.  I was deep in concentration regarding some work stuff that MUST be done...you know the kind...life and death, world will end if I don't finish this web page type of thing when I look up from my laptop and notice that she's standing on Super Mega Mommy's rocking chair arm reaching up as high as her tippy toes will allow her to stretch out onto a bookcase trying to grasp one of Super Mega Mommies porcelain dolls that she is in NO WAY at all allowed to play with.  Now intellectually she knows not to play with these as she's been told numerous times that these are NOT Princess K toys, but Super Mega Mommy's toys, but emotionally she just KNOWS that she has to play with it and take it's clothes off just like the rest of her collection of naked dollies around the house.  It just doesn't look right with all of it's clothes on! (Princess K's mind screams, "MUST TAKE CLOTHES OFF DOLLY!") (Extra Super Mega Combo points to the first person that can tell me why little girls MUST undress every single one of their dollies!  What the hell is up with that?...it's FREAKY!)

I calmly (uncalmly?) inform her that A) She cannot play with Super Mega Mommy's toys because Super Mega Mommy would be REALLY sad if her dolly was broken and mad at Super Mega Dad for allowing Princess K to play with (and break) the dolly, and B) Princess K is NOT allowed to stand on Super Mega Mommy's rocking chair like that because it would really, really hurt if she fell off the chair and broke her little Princess Head and Super Mega Mommy would be mad AGAIN at Super Mega Dad for injuring her little Princess.  Well, Princess K wasn't too happy about EITHER of these restrictions, so, OF COURSE, she had to start crying at the absolute loudest volume that she could muster.  About that time, the phone rang and all I could hear was something, something, important announcement from Super Michael's school, something, something, something. I still have no clue what it was all about, and I hope I don't need to know about it.

Next on the agenda, as I'm AGAIN concentrating on solving world peace by programming ANOTHER web page (sorry world, I lost my concentration on THAT one and can't get it back...maybe tomorrow), Princess K waddles over (by waddle, I mean how cowboys walk while wearing chaps and stuff) and points to her nether regions and pronounces "Daddy, it's spilling out!".  Now "spilling out" is NEVER a good proclamation when one talks about diapers, and when it comes from Princess K, this is usually doubly bad stuff.  And sure to form, this turns into a "take her out back and hose her down" situation and gives the house a really nice aroma for the rest of the day.  Matter of fact, it's almost 11PM here, and I think I can still get a nice whiff of it.  I sure hope it's not embedded in the carpet!  That carpet cleaner we bought has paid for itself MANY times over by now.

The rest of the day progresses the same...more Princess K stunts, like bouncing on the couch, followed by more Super Mega Dad saying No no no, break your Princess Head, yada, yada, more super loud crying, followed by more migraines.  We buy the Super Mega Pack of Tylenol from Costco in this house!

One bright spot in the day was actually getting her royal highness down for a nap...it was two and a half hours of PURE BLISS and POWER PROGRAMMING!  I almost didn't know what to do except to get my ears from stopping the constant ringing and trying to get as much work done as humanly possible (note to Boss Man...I actually DID get a lot done today even though I bitch a lot....really!).

I think I was really hoping that now that Princess K is a big three year old, that her terrible two's temper tantrums would start calming down a bit.  And don't EVEN get me started on her going potty where she's SUPPOSED to go potty.  I was also really (REALLY!) looking forward to not having to see these lay down on the ground and pounding her hands and feet things anymore.  Or the REALLY fun running around throwing things and pulling stuff off counters just to show how pissed off she really is with her parents.  Those are a real blast and make me warm and fuzzy inside.  People keep telling me to JUST WAIT, the teen years are just around the corner.  I can't WAIT!  Sounds like a laugh RIOT.

For the rest of you, if you work from home (full time, or part time) with your children, how do you handle the kids when they are with you?  Do you have some sort of routine that you have them in?  Do you find it easy or difficult to work while your kids are around?  Do you routinely go over the recommended dosage of Tylenol on a daily basis?

(Special note: Princess K is USUALLY really good when she's home with me while I work.  She plays with her toys really nice, sits with me and listens to my Skype calls with my coworkers, and is a really good office assistant, but today was just really hard for both of us for some reason.  Maybe it was the excess amount of poop!)