The other day one of my kids was doing something annoying. This happens. Sometimes a lot. Kids can be annoying.
I recognized that I felt annoyed, took a deep breath, and reminded myself that I am so darn lucky to have two awesome children. And that while sometimes it feels like time moves excruciatingly slowly when you're stuck at home with a 5 and 3 year old because everyone has covid, it actually goes by so quickly in the grand scheme of things. And that in a short period of time I'll be asking myself where the time went, wishing I could do it all over again.
So now when I find myself annoyed, I give my kids a kiss and hug and cherish the moment, try to be present, and recognize just how special this time is. There are moments with them when I consciously tell myself to save this one to the memory bank. Those have become the joy of my life.