I am NOT a morning person and that makes mornings pretty painful. Before Baby A, I did the whole morning routine. Well, since she joined us the hubby has taken over mornings. At first things were going pretty well, but gradually they've gotten kind of hairy. We have two totally different approaches. I'm like a drill sergeant and he's more like a cougar. I'm very direct and upfront about what needs to be done and when. I don't think I'm mean, but I know that kids will run amok without clear instruction and I can't handle chaos. My hubby has a softer approach until crossed. It's almost like he lies in wait and then pounces.
In a perfect world everyone eats their breakfast, everyone can find their jacket, no one complains about their lunch, folders and backpacks are ready to go and library books are not left behind. Unfortunately, we don't live in a perfect world. I'd love to say that I always keep my cool. Unfortunately, I don't. Nevertheless, we keep trucking in hopes that one day all of our ducks are in a row. Believe!