Dr. Daniel and Mr. Hyde

Some mornings Daniel and I are up and out the door with barely a word between us. He knows what he has to do, I'm ticking along like clockwork.
Other mornings it's a stuggle to get out of bed, and he doesn't want to get his morning started, either. As much as I'd like to let him lie in the covers and read, the dog has to be fed, cereal has to be eaten, and pajamas have to be discarded for clothes so we can get to school on time. And he fights me every step of the way. "I don't want milk - I DO want milk! I don't want to feed Jennie; you do it. I want to pick out a shirt! I don't want my jacket. I'm cold!" And when people ask me "doesn't it just make you want five more?" they wonder why I bare my teeth.
--Misty