Where is the patience hiding?

After running up the stairs at least ten times to administer a spanking and put Wyatt back into his bed, all while listening to Reagan scream, and attempting to make guacamole (request from the hubs), and finish up the dishes, I find myself sitting here, forehead on the counter, wondering where my patience has gone? I consider myself to be a pretty patient mother...I hardly ever lose my cool. But today's antics are seriously wearing on me. If I wasn't so completely exhausted from midnight feedings, I might actually be losing it.

So far, life with a toddler and a newborn is tiresome. I find that I can make it through the day, by the grace of God, but I end each day with a giant sigh as I collapse into bed. I'm definitely ready for Wyatt to be two and Reagan to be six months old. Not sure why I've picked those ages, but I guess I'm just telling myself that by that point, everything will be better. Plus at that point, we'll be headed to Vegas for a vacation. haha.

Other than the rambunctiousness of Wyatt and the fussiness of Reagan, life around here is wonderful. On a normal day, I really do enjoy my children and love spending time with them. Me and the kids hang out at the house most days and play, while daddy goes to work and brings home the bacon. We're hoping to plan some visits home (Alabama, Georgia and Ohio) to see our families and get the heck out of Hanford (aka the most boring town on the planet). I'm also hoping to get a girls' weekend with my mom and Reagan in Austin, Texas at the end of March (cannot get here fast enough)!

In the meantime, I'm going to sit here (head on counter) and count to ten while breathing deeply. I might also rummage through the pantry to find a tasty treat--hey, maybe the patience will be in there too...I'll let you know.