Monday mornings in this house are usually a little stressful for me. It's the most likely day of the week for the kids to head to school with bed-head and unbrushed teeth. For whatever reason, just getting them to get up on a Monday morning is super-hard and I'm largely unsuccessful in getting them out the door on time.
This morning It took J over 35 minutes just to get dressed. He was the last kid out the door and was surly the entire morning. I suppose I should be grateful that they all made the bus, though.
On the other hand, Monday represents a new start to my week, a new chance to get caught up on everything and start anew. And one day closer to payday!
there’s nothing wrong with kids that trying to reason with them won’t make worse
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