Don't worry...

I survived the coniption. It was basically the result of several particularly stressful hours, at the height of which I felt I must be going insane. But since I think that people who actually do go insane do not realize it at the time, I've convinced myself that I am still quite sane (either that or in complete denial!)
After a long, somewhat difficult day at home with the kids, I reached the end of my patience while unsuccessfully attempting to:
-make dinner
-police an unruly 2 year old who was whiny, tired and uncooperative--not to mention INTENTIONALLY getting herself into trouble...I find sometimes the negative attention spirals out of control...
-protect a FAST and curious 9 month old from falling or sharp or dangerous things as he got into every trouble imaginable in the house
-be landscaper's assistant to my hubby who was building a BEAUTIFUL waterfall in the front of our house
all at once.
It was an example of failed multi-tasking. The supper hour has got to be the worst of the day.
The day later redeemed itself with a completed waterfall that looks awesome, a new running-double stroller that is SO much easier to push than my other one (it even compelled me to run with it--very astonishing--Thanks for the early Christmas gift Mom and Dad!) and a lovely long walk that got fresh air into my lungs and brain, to see DH at rugby practice. So all is well here. And gone are the days when I thought of myself as "exceedingly calm and patient." Ha!