This morning was not very nice.
Aside from having not got around to purchasing coffee beans for the coffee machine, although I was able to use an already-ground coffee, it was just one thing after another.
The two older ones slept in.
There was fighting over showers.
Chippie decided he did not want to go to school for no other reason than I said “Get dressed for school.”
He’s not adverse to school. He just had to say something, and preferably something that completely contradicted, argued against or otherwise ignored what I had said.
I rolled my eyes, asked him to get dressed again, asked his older siblings to get themselves organised,