Frustration

I yelled at my kids this morning. Correction, not the boys but the girls.

WHAT?!!!

I know, I know, they're so sweet and lovable and cute!

I was just frustrated.

WHY?!!!

I was/am frustrated with trying to get kids out the door, on time, day in and day out, without resistance. We do the same things almost EVERY DAY! Seriously, it's almost the end of the first semester and I'm frustrated because I still have to bark out orders like, "wash your face" or "did you brush?.... why not!"... "where's your ballet stuff?" and "do you understand I cannot change time? I'm not Mother Time or a shape shifter." ... wait, what?

Doing the same things over and over and over makes me feel like a broken record or a robot sometimes. An ugly, rusty robot with tired spit ends and a hunch back. A treat for the eyes and the ears.

So, I will apologize, no doubt, repent and pray for patience. I will pray for patience and I will turn my alarm clock back even further to allow for some extra time in the mornings. I will try a little harder to be a pretty, friendly robot with clean hair (can't do anything about the split ends right now) and better posture.