God, grant me patience...

Adam thinks it's the time change, and I'm hoping it's not a sign of a sickness coming, but Lord give me the patience with this little temper tantrum waiting to happen. Cole has not been himself these last couple days, to put it nicely. He's always been frustrated easily, but he's taken to letting out this awful, 20 second yell when, say, his train comes off the track, or Mommy doesn't get his lunch quickly enough. It doesn't help that he doesn't understand logic yet. This morning he was adamant about going to the mall and I couldn't quite convince him that we needed to eat breakfast and get dressed first.