H.P.
Oh, Honey, you've got to stop being so h*** o* yourself. First of all, it's not difficult at all to lose patience with a child, especially a 2yo. (Strap on your seatbelt, 'cause this will be a long ride.) It's how you handle it that makes the difference. You learn as you go, balancing hard and fast rules with flexibility, based on the needs of your family, which are constantly changing.... (That was a mouthful right there, and it can feel ten times that while you're living through those changes. It's not always easy rolling with the changes, and you have to cut yourself some slack for not being what you think is perfect.) Secondly, I know many people who are allergic to Houston. I get very bent out of shape just to have any kinda sinus reaction though they are rare. I feel bad for people who have to live with it.
I can't advise on which drugs to take, but I will say that I think that you just need a friend. I think that you need to find somebody to vent to (like you did here), so you don't keep all that inside and let it loose when you don't want to. Just the stress of life--marriage, parenthood, making ends meet, relocating.... You have all the ingredients for an explosion there. Part of managing your load is to be able to release it. Be kind to yourself.
PS. I wrote a bit of prose a couple of years ago about my childhood with my father. I'd like to share this in the hopes that you will go easy on yourself. Here's an excerpt:
Had I been "perfectly" loved, there would be no reason for self-reflection and self-realization. I wouldn't know to set goals and work hard...and be tolerant of others and patient with the processes of life. I'd never know the pleasure of growth, the kind that comes from saying, "I'm sorry." I wouldn't know how to shut up and just listen...to EVERYTHING, including silence. I wouldn't see how the trials of loving and hating and losing have brought me right to the face of my husband--not just the man whom I would marry, but my husband, the one whom my soul loves. I wouldn't know how to survive devastation and use it to strengthen my heart for future use. I wouldn't know to pray for guidance and wisdom in my smallest daily decisions. I wouldn't have the resolve that taught me not to look for a father figure or a saviour in my life mate, but to seek someone who would lead me into being exactly who my God says I am by loving and nurturing my soul.
He wanted me to be practical and realistic, but he urged me not to give up on my dreams. The fact that I walked away from my childhood with this awareness makes our love perfect by definition. None could serve me better. What more appropriate place to have a fit and act a fool than in the safety of a parent's unconditional love?