I've run out....

Molly plays a game at the playground where she's running an icecream shop that only sells Strawberry ice-cream. In answer to requests for any other flavour she says: 'it's-run-out'.

That's how I feel lately 'itsrunout'. I'm not sure exactly what's runout but some or all of the following:

Ability to bite my tongue in front of my MIL.

Patience with my sick husband.

Willingness to change Molly's pants who is still pooing in them after 10 weeks.

Laughing heartily when my parents tell me what is/was wrong with me. (This one ever since my counsellor told me my family was 'not-normal'.)

Putting up with bad smells in the bathroom.

Not spending any money to buy clothes/get my hair re-coloured.

Talking about nits with other mothers.

Whatever it is that's run out I need to get it back pronto because most of these things are going to carry on whether or not I want them to.