This morning things were going along swimmingly until the kids and I were about to get in the car. I went from running 5 minutes early to being 10 minutes late because CootieBoy was unhappy that I opened his door. Then he was unhappy when I didn’t let HIM open the garage door. Then he was unhappy because he couldn’t find his toy. Then he was unhappy because at that point I just picked him up and put him in his carseat and he hit his head on the nearby handgrip. Then he was unhappy because he didn’t like the music playing on my MP3 player.
Fortunately he quickly calmed down and was back to being his happy self when we arrive at daycare a few minutes later. But for a few moments I presumed I’d have a tantrum on my hands when we got to school.