What are you doing right....now!?

Trying to mentally prepare for the morning ritual of getting the kid out of bed, fed, lunch made, hair/teeth brushed, bed made and off to school. My alarm is about to go off, and there will soon be much shouting for her to get her lazy little butt out of the bed. She will tell me she hates me, then try to curl up in my bed instead of getting dressed. Once I finally get her dressed I'll have to tell her 27 times to brush her hair before she actually manages to bother brushing it. By the time I get her out the door and off to school I'll be ready to rip my hair out in handfuls.
 
Having a slice of homemade Pepperoni Bread, and a glass of red wine.
 
Trying to mentally prepare for the morning ritual of getting the kid out of bed, fed, lunch made, hair/teeth brushed, bed made and off to school. My alarm is about to go off, and there will soon be much shouting for her to get her lazy little butt out of the bed. She will tell me she hates me, then try to curl up in my bed instead of getting dressed. Once I finally get her dressed I'll have to tell her 27 times to brush her hair before she actually manages to bother brushing it. By the time I get her out the door and off to school I'll be ready to rip my hair out in handfuls.
Just tell her she's driving you nuts and you can't deal with her anymore so you're shipping her off to China to a wonderful yet strict family who is willing to adopt her for $10,000.
 
Waiting for dinner to get ready. Aargh.
 
Trying to mentally prepare for the morning ritual of getting the kid out of bed, fed, lunch made, hair/teeth brushed, bed made and off to school. My alarm is about to go off, and there will soon be much shouting for her to get her lazy little butt out of the bed. She will tell me she hates me, then try to curl up in my bed instead of getting dressed. Once I finally get her dressed I'll have to tell her 27 times to brush her hair before she actually manages to bother brushing it. By the time I get her out the door and off to school I'll be ready to rip my hair out in handfuls.

you rweally gotta find a way to get along with her
 
Sitting by an open window, finishing my coffee, and procrastinating getting ready for work. It's a gorgeous day.
 
Trying to mentally prepare for the morning ritual of getting the kid out of bed, fed, lunch made, hair/teeth brushed, bed made and off to school. My alarm is about to go off, and there will soon be much shouting for her to get her lazy little butt out of the bed. She will tell me she hates me, then try to curl up in my bed instead of getting dressed. Once I finally get her dressed I'll have to tell her 27 times to brush her hair before she actually manages to bother brushing it. By the time I get her out the door and off to school I'll be ready to rip my hair out in handfuls.

My mom told me to brush my hair or she would cut it off.

Then she cut it off anyway.

All her kids were ready for school in like, 15 min though. We were ready to get the fuck out of that place. It still amazes me, because it takes me like, half an hour to get ready now, but my little brother will get up and be out the fucking door in 10 min. He sleeps in his clothes (I used to do that to), brushes his teeth, makes a poptart, and is gone. He's hardcore. I think he puts on deodorant and calogune (sp?) at some point, because he always smells good when he leaves. He has that shit timed. He never waits on the bus, either, he gets out there right when the bus gets there, within like, 2 min. It's awesome.
 
It's 5 am here, and I have been sitting upright for the last hour trying to breathe.
I have a massive cold, and when it gets to this stage, all my effort is in maintaining breathing and draining mucous.

First major cold to go thro this house in a year. No1son is on immunosuppressants, so he's susceptible. It was only a matter of time before he caught something and lovingly spread it around :rolleyes:
 
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