the one with toe fuzzies and breaking points

I was pretty patient this morning when Zoey refused to wear the first three outfits I picked out for her.

I was still pretty patient when she insisted on sharing my bowl of cereal instead of eating her own bowl of the exact same cereal.

When Zoey asked to wear her rain boots, which are too big, in the absence of rain today, I patiently complied.

I thought I was patient at the store when I waited for her to line up 13 toy cars on the counter, and then put them all back in the bin one by one, even when another customer cut in front of us in line.

Patience was still present when Zoey peed all over her pants and underwear in a public restroom because she would not allow me to help her on the potty.

And when she wouldn't listen when I asked her to put away the toys at the library? I patiently helped her to do so.

And the crazy lady other mother at the library who insisted we wait until the end of her children's hour time slot on the computers in case they wanted to "jump back on," even though they were now reading books and not sitting at the computers? I loudly told Zoey we needed to patiently wait our turn.

But when we got home and Zoey insisted I clean out the black sock fuzzies from between her toes? That was my breaking point today. I may have refused. Maybe in a raised voice. I may have even threatened a time out. Toe fuzzies were my breaking point today. Ugh.