Morning Hell

   Every morning I try to wake my kids up with a song.  It's usually "Good Morning, Good Mmoorrnninggg", but it's something catchy and cheery because to me mornings mean new beginnings, fresh slate and overall happiness because nothing has happened to make the day a bad one.  Unfortunately I think I'm the only one in my house who fully grasps this concept and Cade is my anti-happy morning boy. 
  Because of time constraints we have a rule that you must be dressed, including shoes and jackets before you can come down for breakfast.  This week the boys have been lax in that attitude and no amount of yelling seems to get the point across.  This morning was no exception, except that it was Cade not fully dressed for his day.  After telling him at least a dozen times to get a move on, get upstairs for shoes and jacket and then in the bathroom to brush his teeth we were on the one minute countdown to load the car.  I told Cade if he didn't have what he needed he was going as is. 
  Like all moms, I hate the thought of having my son go to school not fully dressed or teeth not brushed, but I had to make my point.  Finally I said time was up, we all loaded into the car and Cade came running with shoes in hand.  I told him he better get them on his feet in the car or else he was getting out with no shoes on.  It's about a 2 minute ride to school and when we pulled up he had only gotten one shoe on.  Putting my foot down, he unloaded in the drive through carrying one shoe, no jacket and his back pack. 
   I feel like the worst mother ever, but if this one day brings a life time of lessons isn't it worth it?  I absolutely detest lateness.  I am forever early or on time and I want my kids to be that way too.  Part of being on time is being fully ready and I'm crossing my fingers that Cade will learn that being at school on time wasn't the whole sch bang.