Running out of patience

After almost 6 hours of searching, both sets of car keys have been found. The story goes like this...I dropped Millie and Matthais off at the library for Movie Monday and deliberately locked the doors on the van to keep Ian out of it. The problem is, the fuse is blown and the doors don't lock automatically so I missed one. I catch Ian playing in the van a little while later and make sure I lock that door.Fast forward and hour, I decide to run a few errands before the movie is over but lo and behold both sets of keys are missing. I look desperately but can't find them anywhere so I cram all the kids into the Tahoe and head out. I get back and begin the search only I'm certain they are in the van. Luckily they weren't but the longer I looked, the madder I got. I have not been a happy camper today. The keys were found outside along with a missing phone and a missing TV remote. The "plan" I spoke about in a previous post completely flew out the window today. Between the missing keys and the pull up I fished out of a poop filled toilet, I've had it. I know it must seem like my patience level is pretty low but believe me...considering all the stuff I deal with on a daily basis...I'm a pretty patient person. There are just some things that really push me over the edge. Today, it was the missing keys. But mostly it's the Little things. I couldn't help but think...8 more weeks of this! There is no possible way I can survive 8 more weeks of this! But I will right? I mean no ones kids ever killed them by being out of control right? I don't know. I feel like any sense of control is completely out of my reach. Not to mention that I rarely have any adult contact and I really miss my friends. Maybe there is a reason I'm not invited to lunch or to any girls nights out...maybe I really am as crazy as I feel. I guess I wouldn't want to hang out with myself either.