My children have each had a temper tantrum each of the past 3 mornings.
Over things like using the potty and how many donuts are to be eaten.
While getting ready for school.
When we are already late.
Because mommy can't find anything to wear.
And daddy is rushing her.
Because, oh yes, it would be such a good idea to drive together and drop off the kids together and work together and have to leave work at the same time together and spend time at home together.
I love my children, I love my husband, I need a drink!