New MOMs resolution

Each year we make a plan to be a better person while in a drunken stupor on NYE, and by the 10th of January, those plans are long forgotten.  Yet here I am as a new mom, facing a new year and the daunting task of raising my son. There are goals to be set that I feel that I cannot fail.  Its a little terrifying to think that I am responsible to get this little guy ready to handle the world.  I feel that this fear is odd coming from someone who is a teacher.  Hell, you are in charge to ensure that children are learning skills and information to be successful in their future, dealing with at least 18 kids at a time.  One little infant should be a piece of cake right?!
Goal one.  Patience.  I have always been told that I was an extremely patient person when it comes to children.  Granted, I know that I can deal with the needs of multiple 6 year olds at one time, fitfully learned while working at a daycare.  I recall one such day where it was lunchtime; one child lost a tooth, another threw up, and another was trying to run around like a crazy person around the room.  I was able to manage all this craziness and keep the children calm and everyone fed.  So yes I know there is patience that lies within. Yet there are times where I lack it.  Baking.  Painting. Driving.  Parenting.  Maybe I am able to be so patient with other children because there is an end in sight.  They go home.  My child is with me 24/7.  There is no 'off' time.  Now I am not sitting here admitting that I shake him or freak out on him, so don't get all CPS on me.  I just find that  after a long day of either sitting on a exercise ball, continuously stuffing a pacifier in a mouth, and what, you pooped, AGAIN diapers.  I can be a little over it.  Or a lot over it if all I have accomplished that day is a full shower, wiping the counter off, and stuffing some clothes in the basket with the hopes of washing them.  I get frustrated with that lack of 'doing' per say, even though I know I was doing alot by hanging with my son.  Maybe its not patience I need to learn, but acceptance of the new role that I am filling.  It is hard for someone to go from a full day of work (while 9 months pregnant) to working my day around the needs of this little guy.  I recently took a  baby personality quiz, (yeah they have those) and learned that we have what is dubbed a 'sensitive' baby.  Startles at loud noises, cannot go places without being fussy, needs to be held more, needs constant change of activity, very routine. All of this means requiring gallons of patience.  I am hoping that patience is a learned skill.