Bundle of Irritation

Bundles of joy, they are not. My son is driving me nuts today - though it is not the first time; and I know he is driving Sofie nuts too, she is holding it together; less visibly annoyed than I. I want to sleep, I'm tired - but he wants to play and run around (can't fault him for being a healthy child). But seriously, what the fuck. Have you ever heard the sound of finger nails on a chalk board - yeah, he's that irritating today.

I went to the bathroom and he followed me - fine, I was trying to urinate and he placed his hand on the toilet bowl; J don't do that - he stopped (and gave me that pseudo innocent look - you know the one; it means I'm just prepping for the real mischief); I began to urinate, and the minute it came down he shoved his hand in the stream of my piss (Piss-interrupted; midstream) . Did I tell you at that point I wanted to smack him (that child has taught me some patience) - but instead I yelled (I know I should not have - but it was my first reaction) at him and he took off crying to his mother.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't always piss me off, sometimes he brings joy, a joy that I have not found words to describe - where I just look at him and grin like at idiot; but other times he grates on my last vein. I'm less patient than Sofie (it's either that or she pretends better), and she too gets to her point of frustration; but she holds it together. Today my bundle of joy is not such a bundle - because he won't allow me to sleep; he is buzzing around like an annoying mosquito in your ear that won't go away despite your many attempts to squat it.