Fullfilling yet tiring.

Oh god.. It feels so nice to sit down, i'm spoiling myself with a little treat. It comes in a 12 pack but Cadbury says it's "treat size" so i don't feel so guilty about eating each and every one of them. I feel i deserve them anyways.

Today was First round of football for H. Princess and i missed every trial due to work, rain, distance. So when i woke up this morning saw a clear sky on a home game day,  i couldnt wait to get to the field and watch H play. Got up bright and early, got dressed and packed princess's bag. We got to the field and found a seat near a big enough play space for princess to run around. Soon enough H was off to get dressed and warmed up and i was watching the younger grade play. Princess however had other intentions.

She hunted down the bigger kids for their lollies, and was not happy when the children refused. She chased down the footballs off the teenagers, this, also, did not make for a happy princess, when they took their ball to play elsewhere. She didn't want what i had for her to eat or drink. There was just no pleasing her. 20 minutes into the game, i packed us up, and headed to the car. I strapped her back in her carseat, took a moment to collect my flustered self and came up with a plan b.

Princess is just independant i think. She wants to do things for herself. She doesn't want to sit in a pram, she wants to walk, she doesn't want the food i have for her, she wants to find her own. She doesnt want me to help her wipe when it is toilet time because she prefers to ball up an entire roll of toilet paper and DO IT HERSELF.

Anyways... We returned from the shops and i was prepared to make it through the day without giving up and heading home. I replaced her sippy cup with juice, her fruit with fruit "school" snacks, and a brand new ball to play with. This went better, she seemed more happy to wander around, with me following slightly behind so to not cramp her independant little style. I didn't get to watch ANY of the game, but i was pretty darn pleased with myself on not loosing my cool or just giving up and going home. I mean she is at a very awkward age for sporting events. Too old to sit in a pram and be content, not quite old enough to run off and play with the other kids in the tree.

Needless to say, come hometime we were both exhausted, Princess was in bed sleeping by 6pm, and i have downed 2 cups of coffee since 5. Jug is boiling with number 3 on the way.
It was a tiring day but fullfilling all the same. We ended up having a great day together, daddy won football, and i showed a huge ammount of self control and patience. More patience than ussual. Do you think patience can be taught or practised?