Lord. I hate mornings! I never did before. Pre-kids, I could be at work by 7:15 am, tea in hand. Even after the birth of my daughter, I managed 5 am workouts and hot breakfasts each day. Now? please. I consider the morning a success if I am clean and dressed, and out the door by 8:45 am - and if I manage to get my children's teeth brushed without WWIII breaking out. And truth is, WWIII erupts alomst every morning. I do all the things people suggest: Get ready the night before, opt for easy breakfasts, and plan clothes for the entire week. But you know, it's still torture.
Any unique tips on how to make those mornings a little quieter and happier? Or, anyone just want to give me an "AMEN" that I'm not alone acting like a drill sergeant each morning??!
