I've been doing a lot of praying at night these days...
"Dear God, please help Ben go back to sleep"
"Dear God, please help Landon go back to sleep"
"Dear God, please let me get a few hours of sleep tonight"
"Dear God, help me to remember how blessed I am to have two beautiful, healthy boys."
"Dear God, please help me to be patient and know that this too shall pass."
My prayers are usually a variation/combination of the above. It has been a rough few weeks. Teething, I have decided, is a creation of the devil. Landon was up until 3-ish this morning. Went something like this...screaming in pain, dozing off, wimpering in his sleep, repeat. I finally got him into bed, followed by getting myself into bed, for about 3 hours of sleep until it was time to get up and get ready for work. I left the house this morning to the sound of Landon once again screaming. Poor thing was exhuasted and just wouldn't let go.
This parenting thing sure is a test of every ounce of strength I have.
This is how I feel at work right now...