It's not me, it's you....too

I'm making an assumption, and it's quite possible I'm wrong but I'm hoping that's not the case because then all hope will be lost and I'll have to throw in the towel, along with all the other towels in my overloaded laundry hamper, crawl into bed and fantasize about Edward and Bella and how I want to become a vampire too but not before I lose ten pounds 'cause I'm not walking around all eternity with this ass.

I can't possibly be the only person who suffers from Chronic Chaotic School Mornings. I know can't because walking my own crying child to school this morning I encountered another mother with her crying child. And then on my way home from dropping them off there was the mother with her three children in tow running to the school five minutes after the bell rang, clearly flustered about being late.

Why don't these kids understand that we parents

Just
Want
A
Peaceful
Morning

No fighting, no arguing, no pursed angry faces when asked to brush their teeth, no pokiness causing last minute rushing.

A peaceful morning.

That's it.

I'm so tired of it I'm almost passed the point of yelling.

Almost.

This morning, was yet another case CCSM starting at 3:00 a.m. when Adam had a nightmare and spent the rest of the night in my bed and continued on like this....

7:00 a.m. - Liam enters room, slams open bathroom door to stare at me groggily? angrily? sleepily? I don't know. But to burn holes through me with his glaring eyes and tell me "I'm awake". Neither one of us ever wakes up on the right side of the bed and the two of us in the room together before coffee or food is served? Nuclear is the word that comes to mind. I manage to pawn him off on his father "go ask daddy to make you breakfast while I have two minutes to myself to put my hair in a ponytail and wash my face"

Disaster averted.

7:23 a.m. Liam: poke poke poke "I'm a spy Adam" poke poke poke
Adam: Liam! Stop! Poking! Me!
Liam: poke poke poke
Adam: LIAM! STOP IT!
Me: Both of you stop it right now
Adam: I'm gonna clip you with this clothes pin (where the hell did he get that?)
Liam: Adaaaaaaaaaammmmmmm! Nooooooooooo! Mummy! Adam's gonna pinch me.
Adam (with clothespin two inches from Liam: snap snap snap
Liam: MUMMYYYYYYYYY!
Me: stomp stomp stomp. grab clothes pin. walk away...

And ya know....I'm tying this all out and I really don't want to relive this morning. I'll leave it at it didn't get any better. It got worse. With kids being locked in the bathroom and lights shut off (wasn't me), stomping and crying at the prospect of going to school, tantrums in the middle of the living room, crying on the entire walk to school, lego helicopters falling apart and trying to find pieces in the snow...

It's exhausting.

So if you have any tips on how you keep your mornings peaceful, or if you had a morning worse than mine, I'd love to hear it.

I need to hear it.