Morning suck!!!!

From Monday to Friday I get up at 5:40. Feed Chloe and get her back down to sleep. I get to enjoy a hot cup of coffee before I wake up Byron.

This morning was epic, epic in a way only a mom can think of epic. So it's 6:30 , time to wake up the Byron. Open his door , he's not getting up, ok, I carry him to the couch. I give him his juice ( which holds a liquid multivitamin, and a supplement he needs). He gets up and walks over to the kitchen table and sit down. The kid knows this routine way to well. Him and I share a bowl of ceral, he finally finishes his juice. Wow I think this is going great so far. It suddenly changes, when I say go potty. He runs screaming into the bathroom, refuses to take anything off, and now Chloe has woken up and is whimpering. Wonderful, just wonderful.

Snow let's recheck this, he drank his juice, ate breakfast and freaked out over potty, yeah this may e a great morning.

So now he's getting dressed I notice the time, and I. Figure I better fast forward so he can watch his morning show. Epic mistake, another meltdown, as he lays on the floor pointing at the tv screaming. Now Chloe is crying. So I've got a toddler melting in the tile floor, and the baby screaming. .....I think I maybe deaf. So back to the melting child, so he's now dressed and calm. Chloe is now being placed in the baby carrier, and is now smiling and cooing.

Now it's 7:25, we have 5 minutes to get face washed, hair brushed nd teeth brushed. Now what happens next I can only say was so epic, our son gave my husband a headache, and, he wasn't even dealing with this all morning. I gave Byron 2 chances to come on his own, then I turned off the tv. I'm am evil evil evil mom!!! How dare I!!!!!! Byron screams , he slams his fists on the door, he won't walk, I have to drag him into the bathroom. Now he climbs on our bed twice, trying to get to daddy to help him. Doesn't help at all when daddy tells the melting one, big guy you have to go to school. More screaming. I get the child into the hall, backpack in, and out into the garage and he finally stops crying.

It's now 7:35, the melting child is now trying to compose himself. I get a laugh here and there. Suddenly we both hear the bus, the melting one says kiss momy, then waits as the bus stops, and waves bye as he climbs the stairs. He looks so small climbing up those big stairs, he turns and waves bye as he walks down the bus to his seat.

Chloe is now passed out, sound asleep , god only knows how. I have a headache, the husband has a headache. And this goes on every morning. Somedays no screaming, no melting, other days well lets just say I've actually asked my son if he was possessed the night before.
But yes mornings do suck.