Naptime pep talk

Well, I did not manage to wrestle Owen into a much-needed nap today.  I was too tired myself!  But I managed to be successful in confining him to the bed for the duration of his naptime.  That is, if perching on the tiny rail of a toddler bed and jumping down onto the mattress repeatedly can be considered 'in' the bed.  (Instead of doing chores like I really need to be, I am quite entertained by the video feed.)  Here's a condensation of a lengthy monologue from a few minutes ago (in a very chipper tone):

Don't touch dat!
No, no, no!
Don't do dat!
Dat's a no!
No, no!
Doing bad fings, doing good fings!
Don't disobey mommy!
Dat's a bad fing to do!
No, no, no!
Try to obey!
Time out!
Disobeying is not obeying!

Can you tell what there's been a lot of around here lately?  Mostly revolving around brother-interaction angst :}  He's actually been doing a little better lately, and it's been a combo of more consistent calm teaching/consequences and less anger from me.  It stinks that I can let myself get soooo angry and in a rut of frustration with him that only exacerbates his naughtiness.  But on the other hand I have to say he can really delight in setting himself up as an adversary.  No doubt more self-controlled mommying could alleviate this tendency, but once pushed past my patience limit it is hard to find a road out!!!  Better to expect less and get in fights less?  Or expect what seems appropriate and have more battles that don't always seem to help?  Do I care too much?!   I really like being a mom, but it is not an easy job, at least around here :)