Irritable these days. Not sure how much is a reaction to stress, and how much is a natural maturation after losing the idea of having a parent on the planet.
Some of the clients try one's patience. If they're not standing beside you shouting a stream of verbiage in your ear, they're completely helpless and expect you to wipe their bottoms. I'm discovering an ability to be extremely rude back. And today I wore the builder's ear protectors to shut out the clients.
Of course, it's not their fault. They've simply got a disability, like most people now. I've got a bit of a disability myself, one that makes me want to apply a heavy object to the side of some people's heads. It's not my fault.
Lynn Truss's Talk To The Hand, is a very readable meditation on rudeness.