Morning Madness

Morning are my least favorite part of every day... Mainly because they insist on coming so early, but another new reason has made it a constant challenge to be excited about its appearance. That reason is school. I guess that statement seems odd since for several blissful hours I do not have to cater to my children's every whim and desire (or at least two out of three children anyway) or hear their constant arguing and whining about "how they never have anything to dooooo!" Anyway its not the sending them to school that gets me down its the getting them ready for it that drives me insane! Let me clarify I have two elementary aged BOYS! I could see having trouble if they were teenage girls but it should not be this hard to get them out the door.

My boys, however, seem to feel that they need at least a good hour to get dressed and out the door. Me not being a morning person disagrees. I mean they have short hair, they have no accessories or make up. What on earth could possibly take them sooo long to get dressed?

Boys seem to come with their own annoying unique set of morning routine. Like this morning I was asked not by just one but both of my boys if it is okay to wear polo shirts to school. Because apparently they need to confirmation that I do not under any circumstances care what they were wearing to school as long as it is;

A)Their own clothing item and

B)Clean

I like weather appropriate, but it is really less significant then the other two. Then they have to ask if they should wear jeans or shorts despite the fact that we discussed that the night before(but still a legitimate question).

After those pressing questions are answered I figured it should take at most 3-5 minutes to decide what to wear and another couple to get in those clothes. I would be wrong.

After picking out their jeans they have to lay them on the bed, get about half of their pajamas off and then decide that it is the best time to Wrestle... Because everyone knows that wrestling with only half your pajamas on is way more fun than wrestling with your pajamas on. This is the point where I have to come in and remind them that they are getting dressed for school not trying out for the WWE. In which they spend not less than 5 minutes deciding whose fault it is for "starting it". After they get dressed into their clothes, they seem to spend a little time wondering around aimlessly wondering what to do next, when I snap and yell gently remind them that they still need socks and to brush their teeth and hair.

This is were we start the next argument... The "who went first yesterday" one. As if going first is a punishment of sorts. Then they have to again be "gently" reminded that yes they have to brush their teeth longer than 2 seconds and no one quick brush was not enough and yes their teeth will rot if they don't brush them.... By this point I am pulling my hair out and begging God for mercy calmly and rationally explaining that time is running out and they still have to make their bed and put their pajamas in the dirty laundry. To which my kids whine ask why "they have to do this every daaayyyy!"

And finally the best part comes...the part where I have to send them out the door. Usually it is riddled with questions---like why they have to wear a coat and shoes. But by this point I am numb to their plan to drive me insane and am only focusing on the small light at the end tunnel which is sending them out the door!