I hate the morning. Hate getting up early, getting breakfast together, dealing with the rush, rush rush to get out the door all the while wishing we could just take it easy for once. The thing I hate most - though - is myself. I yell, I scream, I make idle threats the kids KNOW I won't follow through on - every morning it's like Groundhog Day except without the comedic stylings of Bill Murray and instead just me in pajamas screaming like a crazy person. Sigh...I didn't think parenting was going to be so hard. Of course I did have the misfortune of birthing a child EXACTLY like me. I know, I know - my parents are THRILLED that I am dealing with all the things I brought upon them - but this time boy style. He is smart, full of imagination and incredibly kind-hearted. Unfortunately, he is also spacey as the day is long, completely forgetful, and could lose his head (seriously - if it was possible he would do it) if it wasn't stuck on his neck so well!!...