The worst part of my day…

I will just come out and say it—I hate mornings.  Ok, there, I said it.  Sadly, I feel like I spend the whole morning (all 82 minutes that I am awake prior to getting in the car to head to work/school) yelling at my kid.  And I don’t like it—not one bit.

When he wakes up at the crack of dawn (AKA—before my alarm), I feel like all I do is yell at him to “Shhhhh!  Be quiet!  Mommy is going to sleep for 2 more minutes!”  If he doesn’t wake up and I have already showered, gotten dressed, done my hair and makeup and am ready to get him up and running—I feel like I am rushing him!

I want him to wake up on my timeline, hear my words the FIRST time I tell him to stop running around naked, and really, son, for the 12^th time, it’s time to brush your teeth (I know you don’t want to, but you have to!!!  No, seriously!  RIGHT NOW!  Stop playing with your train and come in here!  Are you listening to me???  HELLO!?!?!?!). 

But he doesn’t.  He likes to wake up at his leisure, sing his Good Morning song, hug me four or five or 12 times…play on the patio with his _____________ (fill in the blank with ANY toy you deem appropriate), sit at my feet while I do my hair, OR any number of OTHER things that I DON’T need him doing.

Even once the upstairs battle is over, it’s now time to get in the car/car seat!  Oy vey!  How many times can a person say, “Please climb in!  NOW Son!!!”?  How many times can a human being say the phrase, “No, you cannot bring your _______________ (again, insert toy here) to school because I don’t want someone to take it!”  And, seriously, how many times can a person say, “I am not going to ask you again!”?  But the reality is, I will ask him again, if not today, I will say the same thing tomorrow and the next day and the next day!  And by now, he knows it!

I don’t wanna be angry morning Mama!  I don’t like it, but geesh, dude, just get in the frackin’ car!!!  NOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!