That being said. I lose my shit when babies cry. 3 year old crying is fine. A little comfort and soothing goes a long way. 22 month cries are fine too, just a little bit of "well, you can't have it now, but DEFINITELY within in the next ten years you can have it, okayyyyy?" goes a long way too. But 3 month old wails. I cannot do anything to make your gas go away and it makes me exponentially sad. And my "mature" way of being sad is to get crazy. aka I beat my chest and say "LORD PLEASE DO SOMETHING. LORD HELP ME. LORD HELP MY BABBBBBY." And that is the 3 year old cue to say, "why does Lloyd need to help you?"
So, there you have it. That's the sort of morning I'm having. Mr Incredible def thinks I'm Mrs Unincredible when I lose my shit. And when I say I lose it, I mean. I. lose. it. Asylum material. Pacing through the house, picking up things and putting them down over and over. Telling Mr Incredible that she is crying because he didn't empty his gym bag.
this is what I look like when I lose it. Facial hair and all.