I HATE MORNINGS!!!!!

I do. I hate them. An ideal morning to me, means waking up without an alarm, when I am ready to wake up. I would then lay in bed for a few minutes to gather my thoughts, and then slowly get out of bed to greet the day. I would go to the kitchen in peace and quiet and make my coffee. (OK, ideally it would be already made by an invisible person, but given that that's basically impossible, I'll settle for making it myself). I would then sip my coffee leisurely, again in peace and quiet, and begin to speak to other people when I am ready. That would be my ideal way to start the day.

Now for reality. This morning I was awoken to Taylor screaming, at the top of her lungs "MOOMMMMMMEEEEE!!!". As I tried to fall back to sleep and ignore her, (yes I'm a terrible, neglectful mother!) She continued to scream. I got up, tripped over Hana who was right on my heels (perhaps he wanted to be fed given? We ran out of dog food and need to buy him more, again, yes I'm a terrible, neglectful mother). By the time I got to the kitchen, Taylor had stopped screaming so I decided to start packing her lunch and wait for her to call for me again. So, I have lots of lunch items pre-packaged for her. I gathered together her food, still feeling sleepy and not ready to be up. By the time I finshed a few minutes later, she was calling me into her room. When I got in there, I started to get her out of her crib, and she says "No, I don't want to get up." WHAT???? "Then what do you need? Why did you call me in here?". T: "I don't know". D:"Well, you need to get up, Mommy has to change your diaper and you need to get ready for preschool." This resulted in a game of "Mommy, cover me, go out, close the door, then I cry, you come back in and we do it all over again" That game isn't much fun for Mommy. Especially when I've only been awake for 10 minutes.

So, I finally scooped her up out of her crib, changed her diaper, got her peacefully into the kitchen where she cooperatively ate her cheerios (After I refused to give her cookies for breakfast, am I redeeming my value as a mom?). So then she tells me she needs to go potty. I'm certain she doesn't but, in keeping with the whole potty training effort I follow her into the bathroom. I take off her diaper which infuriates her because apparently she wanted to take it off herself. She begins crying and whining, and of course since we're in the bathroom her crying is SO much louder. I have no patience, at this point and end up yelling at her to STOP CRYING AND STOP BEING SO LOUD (I know...I'm a terrible mother, again!).

So, now she's in "play mode" in the bathroom. She doesn't really have to go potty, she just wants to play. She stands in front of the toilet, facing the potty and tells me she wants to make poopies, "like this". I tell her that everyone sits on the potty to go poopies and that only boys can stand to go pee-pee, girls have to sit down to go pee-pee.

I don't recall how that conversation resulted in us arguing again, but somehow she refused to leave the bathroom when I asked, and I ended up picking her up against her will and wrestling with her on the changing table in an attempt to get her diaper on, as she threw yet another tantrum. I finally got her dressed and in the car and dropped her off at preschool. So, now I'm at home for the day and am finally having the peace and quiet that I needed about 2 hrs ago. I'm amazed we both make it out of the house alive, each morning.