i actually kicked my kids out of the house this morning. "GO, GO TO SCHOOL! DON'T TALK TO EACH OTHER...JUST WALK.....DON'T LEAVE YOUR BROTHER!....STOP CRYING ABOUT THE LEGO MAN! IT'S CRUNCH'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CRY AND WHINE ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE'S PRESENT....GO WALK GO...OK, ONE MORE HUG...OH HOW SWEET....GO!"
i think there is a good chance that i am going insane. mornings are frustrating, loud, no one minds me. it's like the kids are little remote control toys that have a "short" in them so i keep having to "jiggle the handle" to get them to move!
i feel like a mad woman and i feel so mean and yet "Butter" still wants a hug and a kiss! has he looked at what he is kissing. a mad woman with morning breath and a BLACK BELT IN CRAZY!
when they come home i will hug and ask them how their day was and hope that they will forget about Attila the Hun(sp?) from this morning.