I love my family, but THANK GOD I usually leave the house before they do. The last fifteen minutes of getting-ready-to-go-to-school was like cacophonous torture. How can one little girl carp, cavil, whine and complain so much?
Not to mention the stomping and door slamming. They're just galoshes, but you'd think they were red-hot iron slippers the way she was complaining.
Ahhh, peace. I'm enjoying it now. But in ten minutes, I have to get ready for my consult with the oral surgeon.