We've had a string of "those-kind-of-mornings" lately. I think it's short timers syndrome (aka, the kids are ready to be done with school) mixed with the calling of warm weather. And, in all honesty, MOTH has had a string of mornings where he is home to QUOTE "HELP" UNQUOTE. Insert sarcastic chuckle here.
So, at night, in addition to setting out stuff for breakfast and clearing spots for each kid out of touching distance from the other and re-assigning seats in the morning, I've built cereal box offices. As of yesterday, only Mimi still hid behind hers for all of the breakfast routine. Still, a mood-saver that I'll be happy to recreate and to dangle over her moody little head for many, many years to come . . . .