Keeping a head above water?

Sometimes it's the little things, don't you find. For me it's having a disturbed morning that seems to set me off - and boy does Caleb like to disturb the mornings. First visit anytime from 5 onwards. Alison, bless her, often deals with that one. Next it's 6ish and then it's my go. Stay in bed = get sat on. Read Bible in bed = have it nicked. Get up = have clothes picked up in teeth like a dog and chased around the room. Go down = make train track. Get breakfast = steal bread and hide under the table (not me you understand). It's meant to be fun, but between 6 and 7:30, before that first quiet coffee, it grates every raw nerve. What is the temptation? Well not to get angry, I don't think - Caleb is almost incapable of making me angry, thank goodness. I think the real temptation is to be jealous of others and angry at their comfortable complacency. How easy they get it? See colleagues off abroad for the W/E and don't think 'bless them' but rather 'curse them' the lucky things and wish they had a clue how the other side live (particularly when they look down on your failed attempts to keep up with the workload). Jealousy is so destructive - oh how to guard against it. 'be satisfied' 'be content'. But what's the secret?