hanging my head

I have had a few less than stellar moments today and if anyone was here they would see my head hanging in shame.  I seem to be intent on terrifying the emotional drama out of my son- which I'm sure most people would say is not the best way to help him through the phase.  

First off- legos.  Whoever invented them should be given a gold medal in the Parental Torture category!  After listening to much sobbing and screaming from Ezra because little brother had picked up some pieces I simply couldn't take any more and I scooped up everything into the box and then heaved it into my bedroom and closed the door with a look of pure insanity in my eyes.  Now I've got a ridiculous amount of teeny tiny legos to clean up.  

Next up- reindeer.  Most of you know Ezra is obsessed with reindeer and a very kind of friend of ours bought him a reindeer bracelet.  Lincoln knows how much Ezra loves reindeer, too, so he snagged the bracelet and took off running while Ezra was still sobbing about the legos.  I thought his fit was plenty loud but he cranked up the volume and started flailing on the floor and I, in a moment of pure calmness, snatched the bracelet from Lincoln and threw it out the front door.  Seriously??  What the heck?  I sent the boys to their rooms and sneaked out the front door to find the blasted thing.  

So, what have we learned today, children?  I actually lose my mind several times a day and complicate my day in the process.