Monday morning’s parenting style – because apparently I had children so I could argue with them every day of the freakin school year – now listen you little jerks, I don’t want to be out of bed either, but that does not change the fact that the bus is coming and you. must. Be. On. It.

So get your ass out of bed, get your teeth brushed and clothes on so you can leave and I can drink my coffee in peace.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll try to be loving and patient. Or maybe not. 🤷‍♀️