Mornings where I am responsible for getting 4 people out of the house without help are my kryptonite. Needless to say is that some go more smoothly than others. The last 15 minutes are typically made of me rushing around, trying to figure out how many trips I'm going to need to make to the car. That's the scene.
Me: (putting a jacket on Brooklyn)
The Regulator: (jamming one of our Christmas cards in front of my face) What does this say, Mommy?
Me: What am I doing?
The Regulator: Putting Brooklyn's jacket on. (jamming the card in front of my face again) What does this say, Mommy? Tell me.
Me: Ell, you have to WAIT. I am BUSY.
Me: (finish putting on Brooklyn's jacket)
The Regulator: What does this say, Mommmmmmmmmmmmy? (shrill whine included)
Me: (impatiently, with a big sigh, and full-on Mommy voice) It says, "May all your days be merry and bright."
The Regulator: What does that mean, Mommy?
Me: (short, hateful tone) It means have a good day every day. (Dammit. This part was said to myself.)
Yep. I'm a paragon of Motherly Virtue.