Lord, Please Sustain Me

This morning both babies were awake at 6:30am. They played nicely together until breakfast time. Kaeley slept in and then, ironically, woke up with a very bad attitude. She complained through out breakfast and ultimately decided not to eat anything. Days are not usual good when they start out with a sullen five year old.
Nathan has a lovely way of pushing the buttons on both girls, so he's been having a great time running around the house and making girls cry or scream. He also hates tags, so when I tried putting on his shirt he started yelling about having a tag in his shirt and that tags bother him. I said we'd try it out first and then if it still bothered him we could cut it out. That worked until I tried putting on his pants. He looked down to put his feet in the pants and saw a tag. He again yelled about tags. I said we needed to get him dressed and then I would cut them out. He looked at me and said okay. However, then he looked down to put his feet in the pants, he saw the tag, and the whole thing started all over again. This happened three times!
Alynna screamed until I gave her her own toothbrush. That quieted her for a few minutes, which was nice. Then the nirvana passed and she began having temper tantrums over Nathan sitting in the chair she wanted to sit on, not being able to eat my iPod ear phones, not being able to make long distant phone calls, etc.
I'm not sure which one I'll lose first: my composure or my hearing.
But you know why this is happening? Because I went to a parenting class at our church last night about your child's anger and how we need to model an appropriate response to anger. Yep, this is my pop quiz. How I'd like to handle it is pawn my children off on someone else for the rest of the day. It's 8:55am and I'm already done.
Okay, and Nathan just came to me with Hydro-Cortizone all over his face, hands, shirt, and his bottle. He was saying, "Mommy, how you do this?" Now Alynna is whining at my side. Sigh. Okay... here I go... time to take on the day! I'm dressing myself in the armor of God and praying, praying, praying! Here I go...