Last night by the time the kids stopped throwing tantrums and went to sleep, I felt like my nerves were too ragged and my attitude too sour to enjoy myself so I guess I just sort of gave up. I probably would have enjoyed life a lot more had I dressed but I couldn't convince myself of that. So instead I just sat around watching tv and overeating I guess subconsciously wanting something to change the way that I felt. So as you can imagine, when the first tantrum started this morning at 6:30 I didn't feel like I had a lot of patience. I still don't. It's a beautiful morning here but I feel like I can't go enjoy it or accomplish anything. God forbid a person try to still live her/his life with kids. Maybe this isn't even the right forum...