How is this possible?
You guys, I swear I say the EXACT SAME THINGS OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Each and every morning.
What do you want for breakfast? Come eat now! Tell me what you want! Don't pick up the dog. Leave the dog alone. Are you buying or carrying today? Go pick out your lunch stuff. What kind of sandwich do you want? Stop chasing the dog. Put the dog down. Go get dressed! You're late! I'm late! Stop touching the dog. Has the dog been fed? No fighting. Stop touching each other. Knock it off. Cut it out. Stop!
I SAID STOP! FDASHFJDKSAJDFKLS;AJDF WHY DOES NO ONE LISTEN TO ME???!!! JDAKFJ;DKA;JGKDSL;JF *head explosion*
Now, mind you, it's not like I set out each morning with the sole purpose of turning into a raging crazy loonytoon. Not at all. I get up. I shower. I get myself dressed and ready for work. Peacefully and quietly.
I head downstairs.
To where the 3 of them are...
And that's when it all starts to unravel.
I say something once. No response. I say it again. Perhaps a response, but not always. And then I
(During this time, Hubby is usually in the shower, so he misses all the shenanigans.
By the time I leave for work, I'm sweating, my throat hurts from yelling, and I usually have peanut butter smeared somewhere on my work clothes.
So tell me, how are *your* weekday mornings?!
Picture title: That One Time My Children Were Actually Calm At the Breakfast Table