(she says while she cleans the living room)

UGH!

I am so frustrated. Here is how morning went:

Wake up, coughing, what a fricken surprise. Soleil is slow to get out of bed. Luna is wrapped up like a mummy. Discover that Jay forgot to put on a pullup at bedtime (he totally apologised for that and put the bedding in the wash) So guess who peed over night? Yeah.

Then I got out clothes for Soleil. Luna refuses to do anything. So I ask if she is getting dressed like a big girl or like a baby. She says baby. I start to talk to her like a baby and start to dress her. She gets pissed off, so I let her scream and go get my contacts in. Soleil gets dressed, but can’t zipper her pants. Jay tries to reason with Luna, fails. I get her dressed finally. Jay gets S ready for breakfast and then showers. (after making coffee, of course because I can’t make a cup of coffee without having coffee first, a terrible catch-22) I eat, they eat. I go get dressed. Soleil decides tormenting her sister is better than getting teeth brushed. Finally send her to brush. Then discover she needed to go. Find her with pants down staring at the toilet. "What’s up?" I ask.

"Nothing." She continues to stare at the void of defecation.

"um, did you wipe?"

"no"

"would you LIKE to wipe?"

"sure!" (hello? are you 6 or WHAT?)

Go off to get shoes for myself. Come back. She’s staring still. "Did you wipe?"

"um, no"

(mom briefly goes off the deep end. decides this is not worth it and shakes her head and hands her a wet wipe)

Then I find Luna playing with dolls.

We couldn’t find Soleil’s shoes. Luna refused to get on her jacket.

I am tired. That’s it. I am officially on morning strike. I swear, I am going to let Soleil MISS the bus Monday. Even though I have to drive her to school, I want her to miss the bus so she takes this getting ready concept SERIOUSLY.

UGH!