I am doing this right now. I am not acting exasperated every time my son asks me for help with his toys. Sounds like a no brainer but I have been sliding downwards for awhile and today I realized I am acting like the bigger brat with the worse tantrums out of the two of us. I battle depression and am trying to stay off my meds and I realize it is getting the better of me, and my shitty attitude is proof. Time to buck up and put on my big girl panties. Grown ups don’t lose their patience.