Out Of Patience

I might have mentioned that before I had Lucas I did not know the true meaning of being tired. This continues to be true but sometimes in a different way than sleep. Last night I was getting Lucas ready for bed. He was grouchy and it made sense because it was around the time he usually went to sleep. I started doing all the normal things we do when he gets ready for bed. He had his bath, story time, bottle and normally after that he's out. Last night was different. We worked for two hours trying to get him to sleep. When I'd feel like I was not able to continue on I would hand him off to Lance. 

By the time he went to sleep I had wore myself out from trying to get him to sleep. Then I sat there and beat myself up for trying to make him go to bed. I was mad I did not just let him play and then try to get him to bed later. Wouldn't that have been easier on both of us? I think so but ya live and learn.

Another thing I have learned since Lucas is that I have more patience with him than I ever thought I could have with anyone. However, I also feel like that makes me have less patience with everyone else. I try though. That's all we can do, right? 

By the way, these pictures have nothing to do with this. I just took them the other day. Lucas likes playing on his jungle/piano play mat but he no longer stays the direction they intended the baby to stay.